Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper was reasonably worried. "She's failed her last mission. She might try again. After all, she's still

working for Jameson. We don't know what tricks she'll pull next time."

Axel snorted with a maniacal smile. "Hmph, no one could kill me."

Excruciating screams reverberated from the damp basement of The Millennium. Even Jameson's men

winced as they stood guard at the door.

Inside, a gory scene unfolded. Amber was chained by the wrists and hanging from the ceiling. Her frail

figure was covered only by a thin lace nightdress, the white fabric soaked in blood.

Once Jameson was tired from the whipping, he turned around and rested on the couch. He tossed the

whip to Carl and downed a glass of red wine.

Carl held the whip with trembling hands. "M-Mr. Schmidt, I..."

"Why? Can't bring yourself to whip her?" Jameson snickered maliciously. Behind his blood-stained

glasses hid his eyes with a chilling gleam. "Do you want to end up like her?"

to bite the bullet and approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman, please

can't go against his

look up. "Don't hold back. Beat me to

anyway."

rage upon hearing her remark. Approaching them in huge strides, he

the neck, hissing, "Looks like you've fallen

his fists multiple times. "Are you passively

Hm? You would give anything to live,

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you this life, and only I will

she breathed shallowly as

the past, she would have explained herself to Jameson. Since her first encounter with him at

even when all he wanted was to kill

any explanation now was futile. While she might manage to justify the night

there was no way she could conceal the truth

Axel. Jameson had even burned the box of

"M-Mr. Schmidt, calm down! You're going