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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 o...

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