The cabin had no curtains. Moonlight bled through the cracked windows like spilled milk, turning every wet surface silver—piss puddles on the floorboards, cum-streaked thighs, the iron bedframe still smeared with Elena’s tears and fluids. They had barely slept. Bodies stayed tangled, half-conscious rutting in the dark: slow, grinding fucks that never fully ended, just paused when exhaustion won for minutes at a time.

At 3:47 a.m. the floorboards outside creaked.