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?"

no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman,

me. I can't go

and struggled to look up. "Don't hold

anyway."

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

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

unclenched his fists multiple times. "Are you

anything to live, but now, you're



Altman, I gave you this life, and only I

as her face turned a purple

would have explained herself to Jameson. Since

for him, even when all he wanted

While she might manage to justify the night with

way she

Axel. Jameson had even burned the box

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