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?"

and approach Amber with

me. I can't go against his

panted weakly and struggled to look up. "Don't hold back.

anyway."

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

grabbed Amber by the neck, hissing, "Looks

rolled and unclenched his fists

to live,

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I gave you this life, and only I will decide

shallowly as her face turned a

would have explained herself to Jameson.

except for him, even when all he wanted

While she might manage to justify the

no way she could conceal the truth about the romantic kiss

had even burned the box of gastric

calm down! You're going to