EvenEcho
"Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit"
Under all the layers of a respectable heart-breaker was a dark, twisted man who was honestly sick. He loved the thrill of torture, he enjoyed the pleas for release, and most of all, he loved the thrill of the hunt. Edmund reached his arms out and wrapped them around his current victim. He dragged them back, heels dragging along the sidewalk. He was panting with excitement from his chase, from the thrill of hunting for his prey. He was a predator among countless sheep. He was the wolf that those naive sheep flocked to in rebellion only to be burned by their own mistakes. They hardly survived to learn from their mistakes.
The next few weeks, Edmund was much too focused on a new victim, a jewel among a pile of rubbish. He was focused on her/him. They had him thinking of them constantly, he could only obsess in silence though, in fear of being ousted for his true heinous nature.