Winston's Pov
Jameson already pushed me to the edge, and I couldn't hold back any longer. It was a fight neither of us could afford to lose. I continued to hit him, my fists connecting with a fury I had never felt before. Blood began to drip from his battered body and his swollen mouth, but he refused to back down. He was relentless, like a cornered animal.
"Give it up, Jameson!" I shouted, my voice hoarse with anger, but he just snarled in response. It was clear this was a battle of wills, a clash of egos that had escalated to a point of no return.
Blow after blow, I unleashed my pent-up frustration, beating the hell out of him. My knuckles throbbed with each strike, but I couldn't afford to stop. Jameson's face contorted with pain, but he fought back as if possessed by some inner dem
