A Love Story

Edward De Lush braces himself as he watches the strangers dance in the haze. They inflame in him a hidden desire. Edward increases his dose. He knows his reputation is truly tarnished.

Edward needs his pills to remember. To make the real seem unreal.

Edward has a secret.

Edward De Lush is hopelessly in love with Eleanor.

Eleanor Birch, not only young and beautiful but also a talented pianist and singer. All the handsome young gentlemen regularly attend her recitals.

Yesterday, Edward was seething when he heard the news of Eleanor's wedding plans. A drunken Edward ran havoc around town. How could Eleanor spurn his love for another man...

As Edward remembers, he wipes the sweat from his brow and curses.

"Eleanor, you stupid bitch. How could you do this to me?"

Tonight, Edward De Lush decides he will pursue his original plan.

Edward creeps into Eleanor's bedroom, he hovers over her, then quietly lowers himself and gently turns her head. Edward is in ecstasy as his teeth sink into her neck.

Edward lays beside a lifeless Eleanor. He strokes her strawberry blonde hair, removes her gown and caress her naked body. Then he walks over to fetch the bridal dress.

Once Eleanor is dressed, he places the ring on her finger. Just as lovers do, Edward whispers affectionate words but as he makes love to her, he shows no mercy.

"Eleanor, you stupid bitch. How could you make me do this?"

Edward De Lush braces himself as he watches the strangers dance in the haze. They inflame in him a hidden desire. Edward increases his dose. He knows his reputation is truly tarnished.

Edward needs his pills to remember. To make the real seem unreal.

Edward has a secret.

Edward De Lush is hopelessly in love with Eleanor.