Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Jameson panted heavily as sweat trickled down his chiseled face. His eyes gleamed with malice, like a devil emerging from the depths of hell. A sense of satisfaction enveloped him after his recent predation.

"Mr. Schmidt," Carl and Amber greeted him in unison.

Jameson tossed the blood-stained whip onto the floor and took off his glasses. He then wiped off the blood on the glasses with the hem of his shirt.

Back in Kontina, he'd go hunting whenever he was in a foul mood. Unfortunately, Solana City didn't have any hunting grounds. Left with no choice, he was forced to release his frustration on human beings instead.

To his surprise, he found torturing humans much more enjoyable than hunting wild animals, a practice he intended to continue.

Carl and Amber silently trailed him to his room. Observing the blood on Jameson's hand, Carl nudged Amber. "Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt is injured. Please tend to his wound."

Amber hesitated briefly before offering, "Mr. Schmidt, your hand

and slammed the door

on the lips as he tore her clothes. She found herself in only her undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed. Protectively folding her arms across her chest, she trembled. "No ... Please,

bore an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa. "You're not Alyssa. Do you think you could turn me

across the face, causing her cheeks to

he had never forced himself on her despite treating her like

slap shattered any illusions she held about Jameson. He was no longer the perfect and kind

ringing phone interrupted him. He frowned when he saw the caller ID. "Why are

my help. Isn't that right?" the caller