The bedroom stayed lit all night—red lamps never turned off. Door wide open. Corridor light fell inside like a dirty spotlight. Footsteps passed slow sometimes. Someone coughed. A door slammed far away. No one looked in yet. But they could.

Midnight came. Karan stood by the bed—naked, dick thick and hard, veins standing out. Aisha on her back—legs pulled wide by ropes tied to bed corners. Hands cuffed above head. Boobs red from last night’s slaps, nipples swollen dark. Pussy open, lips puffy, clit chain shining wet. She breathed fast—chest rising quick.