I hadn’t wanted to know before, but sitting here with Alexi being so open to honesty, a part of me wants to know. An idea of what my brutal abuser suffered before his demise. Knowing he got what he deserved in the end and experienced a tiny fraction of my suffering. Maybe it will give me the closure I have sought my whole life.

“I’m not sure telling you is a good idea. I can be a sick fuck. I know this; I don’t want you to be even more afraid of me than you already are. I’m ...