The front door clicks shut behind Noor, sealing out the world. Her legs, still wobbly from the Master's brutal recess session, barely support her weight as she stumbles toward the bedroom. The sticky residue of his cum dries on her thighs, pulling at her skin with every step, a constant reminder of the fucking she just endured in the abandoned room. She doesn’t bother showering. The exhaustion hits her like a physical blow, a heavy blanket dragging her down. She collapses onto the mattress, face burying in the pillow, and sleep claims her instantly, sweeping her away into the dark.

Hours pass. The room shifts from the orange glow of late afternoon to the deep purple of twilight. Noor’s eyes flutter open. The digital clock on the nightstand glows red: 7:00 PM. Her stomach growls, a loud, insistent rumble that echoes in the quiet room. She sits up, stretching her arms above her head, feeling the ache in her muscles. She needs fuel. Swinging her legs off the bed, she pads to the bathroom to splash water on her face, washing away the sleep and the lingering smell of sex.