"Pictures, videos … of you. That scum kept a catalogue of both on every girl he ever …" Alexi cannot formulate the words, so repulsed by what he knows went on in Rick's world and I shudder at the memories, slapped with what I was not expecting him to say.
I was wrong. It is as bad. Maybe worse.
My blood runs cold, much like finding out he had my journals and my eyes fly to his, gluing to them in wide-eyed horror. Fear, that he didn't just know of the existence of those things, but he watched them or looked in the folders and piles of disgusting media I knew Rick kept. It's one thing to read about those vile acts and another entirely to see it visually.
I feel sick to my stomach, instantly paling and hit with a dizzy spell that has me clutching the table edge to steady myself.
Why would
