King Caesar stood quietly in the room, his thumb touching his lower lip, as he pleasantly watched the maid being screwed by the guards.
The first one was done, the second one was on her, and the guard was on standby, waiting for the second.
"Please....please. I'm sorry" the maid cried as she laid on the floor, unable to move from the guard who was mercilessly screwing her hole.
Caesar didn't even flinch as he leaned against the table and watched in satisfaction. That was what she gets from being disobedient.
The second guard finished from her and stood up and the third guard started unhooking his belt.
"Please, my King. I'm sorry, please" the lady quickly went turned to Caesar, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, please. Have mercy on me".
She knew Caesar was never the type that listened to pleas, but having no other option, she just decided to try.
His eyes were as cold as ever, her pleas were nothing to me.
The third guard finished unhooking his pant and he knelt on the floor in front of her.
"No!! My King...! Please" she cried as he turned her over, making her to lie on her tummy.
He set his d'ck and pushed it into her honeypot and she let out an exasperating cry.
The guard groaned as he thrusted into her. And just then, a knock was heard on the table.
The guard stopped, but didn't pull out of her. Caesar didn't answer immediately as he looked at the maid for sometime before taking his eyes to the door.
"Enter" he gave the permission and the door opened slowly, revealing one of his close guards.
His eyes dimmed when he saw the scene taking place on the floor, the maid being caged by the guard.
"My King" he quickly turned to Caesar and bowed.
Good thing he was able to get a grip of himself."There's some news about the Confessor".
A glint of curiosity flashed in Caesar's eyes immediately, curiosity and anger.
He snapped his fingers at the guards in the room and they made for the door immediately, taking the weeping maid along.
Caesar and the close guard were the only ones left in the room.
"Tell me" he said icily, his throat heating up.
It had better been goodnews."There's some information on her current location" the guard replied.
"A woman just passed the information to us, and she claims the confessor is in her residence at the moment".Caesar felt the bile crawling up his throat as he listened. Isabelle.
"Take as much guards as needed" he said gruffly.
"Get her"."Yes, My King" the guard bowed and turned to the door, but Caesar's strict voice stopped him.
"If you fail to come back with her,
"I'll kill your wife, your two daughters, and then I'll kill you".The guard felt a shudder of fear immediately. But being the man that he was, he tried to cloak it.
"Yes, My King. I'll come back with her" he bowed and left.
After Emily left to get the herbs, Isabelle left the room where was and returned to the first, where Emily son had been laying.She stood and stared pathetically at the boy, placing her hand on his head.She knew he meant a lot to Emily and prayed he gets better soon.She left him and sat on the old wooden chair in the room, taking a deep breath as she rested her back. Finally...She touched her leg and confirmed it felt better. Better than before.As she leaned her head backwards, she closed her eyes and almost drowse.The sleep was tempting, but she tried not to. And suddenly, she thought of her sister.She recalled all they had been through together and concluded life had not been really fair on them.Tabitha and Isabelle grew up with just their father, who treated them like slaves. Their mother - who was also a confessor - died during Isabelle's delivery and Isabelle figured that wa
King Caesar sat in a comfy manner on his throne, his thumb rubbing his lower lip, while the confessor was brought in by his guards.His subjects were in the hall as well, standing accordingly on each side and watched as the confessor was brought in, her hands tied behind her.Caesar's cold eyes didn't leave her face for a second, Isabelle also fixed her eyes on him and finally, she was placed on her knees in front and him.She was scared to the teeth, but tried as much as possible not to show it.She looked up at the King for a while, and when the silence stretched, she lowered her gaze to the floor."Hmm" He finally let out a sigh and moved his thumb from his lip."Tell me this is a dream. Isabelle Zorander - the last confessor on earth - kneeling in front of me".His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke, but Isabelle knew there were so many hidden intentions behind it.His face cr
Isabelle's heart thumped heavily as she stood behind him. Her hands were literally shaking, but she turned them into fists - nervous fists. Caesar didn't hear any sound or movement and he knew instantly that she was yet to undress. He turned with blazing eyes and confirmed the knowledge. She was still fully dressed and didn't look like she had any plans of undressing. "Do I have to repeat myself?" He asked hoarsely and Isabelle lowered her gaze to the floor.She could feel her entire system shaking. "Please...." She forced herself to say. That was all she could think of doing at the moment. "You can do anything to me - but not this". If Caesar had wanted to change his mind, seeing Isabelle plead against it had completely ruined everything. He needed something that'd hurt her pretty bad, something she didn't like. And seeing how scared she was of this, it just willed his detetmination.&nbs
Isabelle couldn't stop thinking pathetically as she followed the lady to wherever it was she was taking her. She didn't even care if it was somewhere dangerous. Her life was already a mess, being the King's prisoner.They walked down a quiet hallway, then got to where seemed a little noisy, coming across some guards who were drinking and laughing widely.As Isabelle walked by, they turned and stared seductively at her."Hey, confessor", one of them called in a sniggering voice."Come and confess me, please. Come and make me your slave".A roar of laughter was heard but Isabelle tried her best not to react to it or even stop to look at them. She just bent her head and continued walking like they were never referring to her.She knew they were only making mockery of her because of the Rada'Han on her neck. They knew her powers had been caged and that was what angered Isabelle to the core. She hated t
"Come on" the guard said gruffly and started walking away, expecting Isabelle to follow, of course.Isabelle glanced at the face of Mia and could see the saturnine look she had."Bye" she mumbled to Isabelle, but Isabelle didn't say a word as she started trailing behind the guard.The guard was so huge and his muscles stretched as he walked ahead of her, while Isabelle just lowered her gaze to the floor, thinking of what could possibly happen in the King's room. She wondered if she'd be able to escape it this time around.Oh! If only he'd have mercy on her. If only he'd punish her in any other way aside sex. She knew she might not survive it after this night. The memories - they'd hunt her.She had suddenly thought of running, running away from the guard, but she knew it was pointless. There were guards everywhere and without her powers, it'd be just a single lady against hundreds of guards. That was impo
There was a thin echo in Isabelle's ears as they awoken her subconsciousness.Her lids fluttered, but didn't open immediately, not until a hand tapped her."Confessor. Confessor" the voice was gentle.Isabelle opened her eyes blearily and found someone sitting in front of her,staring into her face.Her vision was blur at first, but little by little, the face of the lady became clear and she realized it was Mia."Hey, confessor. You need to wake up. Remember, I golf you you'd be commencing work today" Mia said gently, but it took Isabelle sometime before she was able to digest the current situation.Her head was muzzy and she tried to remember....The memories from the previous night came flashing into her head and they scared the hell out of her.She could remember the King ordering her out of his room, and when she tried to, she ended up passing out.What happened after that....it
It was obvious she felt proud being the one in charge of the King's meal."Come on, then. Let's get them to him. We shouldn't keep the Kings waiting. Confessor,,go with this, please", she stretched one of the trays to Isabelle.Whaat??Isabelle looked at her uncomfortably.Going to the throne room to meet the other Kings? She didn't want to."Come on, confessor. There's no time!" She urged and Isabelle reluctantly took the tray from her."Everyone - start going, please. We've wasted enough time already!" Madame Gloria said and about six maids - including Isabelle and Mia - left the kitchen.Oh! Isabelle hated it. She was scared of facing Caesar again. And to think he was with other Kings, it made her more scared.She trailed behind the other maids as they walked to the throne room and finally, they arrived.Her heart beat increased when she spotted Caesar - together with about fi
Isabelle followed the young princess to wherever it was she was taking her.They walked for a long time, two guards behind them and walking through a hallway,,they stopped in front of a room. The princess opened it and went in and Isabelle followed"You wait here, while I get ready", she instructed Isabelle and walked into an inner room, a separate room.Isabelle thought of sitting on the bed since she was tired, but she tried not to. The princess was quite troublesome - she knew. Besides, she's been through worst before.She thought of sitting on the floor but, no. She didn't want to look weak or low.Suddenly, the door opened and Isabelle turned to have a look. It was a young woman - royally dressed. And Isabelle didn't need anyone to tell her it Was Madame Hapitha - Rayna's mother and the King's aunt.There was a stun look on the woman's face that startled Isabelle."What're you doi