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."

offering,

her into his bedroom and slammed the door shut,

her on the lips as he tore her clothes. She found herself in only her undergarments as they stumbled

dare you refuse me?" Jameson mounted her soft body and glowered at her face, which bore an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa. "You're not Alyssa. Do you think you could turn me down as

her across the face, causing her cheeks to swell and her

her decade of service to Jameson, he had never forced himself on her despite treating

illusions she held about Jameson. He was no longer the perfect and kind gentleman she once

to speak, but a ringing phone interrupted him. He frowned when he saw the caller ID. "Why

trouble settling your problem without my help. Isn't that right?" the caller teased with

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