The bedroom felt smaller tonight. Door wide open. Corridor light cut sharp across the floor like a knife. No lamps—just one strong bulb overhead. White, cold light. Everything showed clear: red welts on boobs, dried piss streaks on thighs, cum crust on skin. No shadows to hide in.

Karan stood by the bed—naked, belt in one hand, thick dick already hard. Aisha on her knees in front—hands cuffed behind, collar tight, chain leash in Karan’s fist. Her boobs heaved fast—still bruised purple, nipples raw. Pussy dripped steady—small puddle forming on carpet.