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."

briefly before offering, "Mr. Schmidt, your hand is

into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving

in only her undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed.

body and glowered at her face, which bore

face, causing her

never forced himself on her despite treating her like a

He was no longer the

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

my help. Isn't that right?" the