Niceandbrutal
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Richard Edmonds was an heir to a fortune. He'd never had to work a day in his life, leaving him to pursue his many hobbies. At age 38 he was an active equestrian, golfer, tennis player and eligible socialite bachelor.
Standing 6'1" tall and with a physique reflecting his many hobbies, Richard Edmonds was considered quite the catch with his movie star good looks. Immaculately dressed, with auburn hair, an almost constant deep tan and lively grey eyes and dimpled cheeks and chin, he could charm most women off their feet. People began to wonder why he hadn't settled down yet. Surely, here was a prime specimen of man, ready to be picked by some fortunate young woman? Adding to his attractiveness was his philantropy. He was always there with soothing words and a hefty wallet at the side of someone unfortunate.
Or so it would seem. What never reached the attention of the adoring masses was the price some of those he "helped" had to pay. Richard had discovered that 'normal' people would do almost anything if their life depended on it. Almost anything. He'd never let the press enter his home after his parents passed away. It was a modern slave farm.
His latest prospect was a young woman who'd tried everything to save her mother from an aggressive form of cancer. The only thing that could save her now was an experimental treatment, costing millions. Richard was willing to help, for a price. Namely that young woman.
He had summoned her to outline his demands. There was a knock on the door.
Standing 6'1" tall and with a physique reflecting his many hobbies, Richard Edmonds was considered quite the catch with his movie star good looks. Immaculately dressed, with auburn hair, an almost constant deep tan and lively grey eyes and dimpled cheeks and chin, he could charm most women off their feet. People began to wonder why he hadn't settled down yet. Surely, here was a prime specimen of man, ready to be picked by some fortunate young woman? Adding to his attractiveness was his philantropy. He was always there with soothing words and a hefty wallet at the side of someone unfortunate.
Or so it would seem. What never reached the attention of the adoring masses was the price some of those he "helped" had to pay. Richard had discovered that 'normal' people would do almost anything if their life depended on it. Almost anything. He'd never let the press enter his home after his parents passed away. It was a modern slave farm.
His latest prospect was a young woman who'd tried everything to save her mother from an aggressive form of cancer. The only thing that could save her now was an experimental treatment, costing millions. Richard was willing to help, for a price. Namely that young woman.
He had summoned her to outline his demands. There was a knock on the door.