"Yeah," Molly says quickly, not realizing until he's prompted her that that's probably something she has to specify, too, though the apartment has doubtless been made into a crime scene by now, the locations of everything known. If he's asking, it's because he needs to hear it. With anyone else, she would be far more hesitant, especially when the person who did this to her was someone she trusted, but this is Russell. There isn't anyone here she feels safer with. "The bedroom. That's where he had her, too, the other woman, and, um... She was tied up, but she'd gotten to her feet. He got her on the bed after me."

Pausing, she looks away from him, knowing it's only going to get considerably worse from here, however much he already knows. It's short-lived, though, the pain in her lip bringing another memory back to her. "Wait. Fuck. He — he'd already bitten my lip by then. That was when he had me against the wall."