On screen, Harry's figure loomed over the bed, his actions frantic. His words dripped with malice.
"I know this is wrong, but I'm sorry. I can't just let you go without having a taste of you."
Valerie gasped, her chest tightening as if the air had been squeezed out of her lungs. Her eyes widened in horror.
Greg's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "That bastard," he growled.
Valerie's hand flew to her mouth, her body trembling. The video revealed the truth she had desperately searched for all these years.
"Should I turn it off?" Greg asked, his voice laced with concern.
But Valerie shook her head, her determination palpable. "I want to see," she choked, her voice trembling. "I want to see it all," she continued, her eyes fixed on the screen.
Greg nodded softly, understanding her need for closure. His arm remained wrapped around her, offering comfort.
As they continued watching, the video revealed more of Harry's disturbing actions.
