Fallen in the Ward (AI-generated)

She stumbles into the abandoned ward at dusk, her heels clicking against cracked linoleum. The flickering fluorescent lights reveal peeling wallpaper and rusted beds as his silhouette emerges from the shadows. His tie undone, he grips her wrist and spins her against the nearest examination table. She gasps as cold metal presses into her back. His fingers trail down her throat before gripping her throat, cutting off her breath just enough to make her eyes water. The ward echoes with her moans each time he releases her, only to tighten his hold once more. Her dress tears under his desperate hands as his belt clinks open. The scent of antiseptic mixes with the heat of their bodies.