Tanya’s POV

The sharp knock on the door rings again, accompanied by a greasy voice, “It’s Rick.”

My heart sinks with that sound. My first reaction is to run away, but this is my home, and where can I escape? I huddle in the corner of the living room as if that would make Rick unable to see me.

“Welcome Mr. Rick,” Alina greets the fat pervert with a very bright smile. “We’ve been expecting you.”

“Well,” he cackles. “I’m here and I hope I’m not too late.”

“No, Rick,” Richard says, his voice reeki