A MADMAN'S OBSESSION
It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.
Outwardly, he was all pleasant smiles and cultured decency. But inwardly, he was a kingdom of chaos, a man who found joy in the symphony of another's breaking point. The man who could tenderly kiss a woman and extract a man's teeth with the same detached satisfaction one might feel pruning a rose bush.
Regan slid into the driver's seat, letting the engine roar to life with a turn of the key. As he pulled away from the warehouse, he glanced in the rearview mirror.