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..."

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

no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman,

look up. "Don't hold back. Beat

them in huge strides, he shoved Carl away and grabbed Amber by the neck,

multiple times. "Are you passively rebelling against me? Hm? You would give anything to live, but now,

Altman, I gave you this life, and only I will decide if you live or die.

breathed shallowly as her face

15, she had never loved

night with Axel and the box of gastric medication, there was no way she

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

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