It was another beautiful night, the kind with a bright moon and clear skies. Andrew had gone to bed early, hoping to finally get some rest.

Honestly, he had not been sleeping well these past few days. Especially last night—after punishing Francesca the entire night, she had begged for mercy, her legs too weak to stand.

Andrew was not made of steel either, and the fatigue was starting to catch up to him. Just as he turned off the lights and settled in, he heard the door outside creak open.