Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and caught having sex with daughter. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “caught having sex with daughter” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see caught having sex with daughter come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “caught having sex with daughter, caught having sex with daughter, fuck, caught having sex with daughter!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “caught having sex with daughter” release.