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?"

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

can't go against

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

anyway."

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

and grabbed Amber by the neck, hissing, "Looks like you've fallen for

her, he rolled and unclenched his fists multiple times. "Are

give anything to

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I gave you this life, and only I will decide if you live

shallowly as her face turned a

Jameson. Since her

him, even when

was futile. While she might manage to justify

no way she could

had even burned

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