Chapter 4

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.