Secret Confession [√] #complete

Chapter 10

"He was my mentor, he held on my insecurities and lust and took me for granted.

He made me his little sex slave, and he misused me, misguided me when he should've guided me.

He acted like I was bound to obey him, and I obeyed! Don't pretend like you don't know anything now," her voice came out with gasps of excitement and resentment. It was coated with a glint of fear, but boldness ensued.

"Calm down, my child," the voice came, sweet as honey, tainted with some amount of frustration and tension.

"How can I? After all that had happened!"

Her voice was furious now, "You watched a man get murdered and you never reacted. My husband got stabbed when he caught us in the room. My mentor he was, lustful criminal with possessiveness burning in his eyes.

And everything boiled down to a case of suicide. I was so scared and burned down that I didn't know what to tell the police. The mentor even threatened me that he would rip my father's throat off if I considered accusing him.

But how could I? I never had the strength back then. Turned out that I was just another weak woman destined to be someone's slave."

"See, this is not the right place to discuss about this. How about you come over tonight to my place and we talk about it?

Will that be okay with you?" The priest's breath was starting to get heavy, "Maybe we can sort out the mess, eh?"

She was silent, lost in her memories for a few seconds.

The past had its alluring ways, the things that had happened before was something she cherished and held close to her heart even though she had not given herself the consent to do so.

But the old Annette was dead; she buried her in this very same church four years ago when she fled the town.

"I'm sorry, but I will have to refuse," Annette regained her confident voice, "I came here to confess. I came here to let you know that I have been brutally used like a slave by the man I trusted the most, the mentor I believed in.

That although I had a choice, I surrendered myself into submission without any resistance."

"I'm really sorry for you," the priest started, "but I did what I thought was the most harmless of all actions.

Solomon was an old friend; if I ever told what I had seen to the police, I was sure he'd collapse and die. He cared for you, way too much.

I'm really sorry that I did what I had to do. But now that you've reminded me of everything, I'm thinking of testifying it before the law.

But then I did not see the man's face myself. Who was it?"

"Oh! You'll see him soon on the media," she replied through pursed lips, eyes filled with hatred.

"Oh my child," the priest gasped, "What have you done?"