El walked down the narrow street in this nowhere village far from everything, backpack slung heavy on her shoulders. Her eyes darted around, taking in the stares from people on porches and sidewalks—men pausing mid-conversation, women clutching purses tighter, kids pointing without bothering to hide it. She felt the weight of every look, the way they sized her up like she carried trouble in her bones. She knew why. Every look said the same thing: there's the freak who crawled out of Hawkins, the one tied to all that dead-kids-and-government-bullshit crap.
She passed a woman headed the other direction, coat buttoned to the throat against the chill, and El looked over, forcing the words out about where she could find it.
"Hey," El called out, voice low but clear enough to carry.
The woman halted and glanced back, staring at El without a single flutter, like she could see straight through skin to the shit underneath. El's eyes darted off, then forced themselves back, stomach turning over from the look.
"You know where I can find—" El started.
The woman turned away without a word, kept walking, heels clicking on cracked pavement.
El watched her go, breath slipping out slow between her lips. She glanced over her shoulder once more, then faced forward again. No one here would say a goddamn thing to her. She got it now.
A small tug came at the sleeve of her denim jacket. El startled, took a half-step back before she could stop herself, then looked down.
A little girl stood there, maybe seven, braids swinging, pointing toward the trees clustered just around the corner, where the street gave way to woods.
El followed the finger, eyes narrowing at the dark line of pines. She looked back at the girl.
"Thanks," El said, but the word barely left her mouth before the girl turned and ran off, disappearing between houses.
El exhaled through her nose, adjusted the straps on her backpack, and started walking toward the woods.
She stepped off pavement onto dirt, leaves crunching under her boots right away. The street noise faded fast. She kept going, deeper in, minutes stretching as the path narrowed. The cold slammed in sudden, sinking straight through her jacket, fogging every breath she let out.
Then she saw it—the wooden cabin, half-hidden by branches, boards weathered gray.
She stared at the cabin for a beat, the gray boards pulling her in. "Finally," she muttered under her breath, the sound rough. A long breath slipped out, shoulders easing just enough, and she walked toward the steps. She walked up the steps, each one creaking under her weight. At the door she stopped, slid the backpack off, set it down beside her feet.
She wrapped her fingers around the handle, grip hard enough to feel the ridges, took a breath in, let it out slow. Mike's voice echoed in her head—Don't do this, El. Come back to Hawkins. Come back to me.
"Fuck that," she whispered, shutting it down hard.
Her hand twisted the handle, metal grinding under her palm, and she forced the door open.
She stepped inside and the grime registered fast: dust everywhere, thick and gray, faint damp-wood stink clinging to the room. She reached back, closed the door behind her with a quiet click, eyes moving over the dim room.
She moved her boots across the floorboards, old wood cracking out under her soles, eyes sweeping every corner for the one she came all this way to find.
She stopped short when her gaze caught the wall ahead, cobwebs draped thick across cracked plaster, mold crawling black along the edges. A single small picture hung crooked in the middle, coated heavy in dust so the face underneath was barely visible. El squinted, leaning closer, breath catching hard when the features sharpened through the grime and recognition slammed into her chest. She froze there, stunned, staring at the little girl she never thought she'd see hanging on these walls.
A shift behind her made the hairs on her neck stand up so she turned slow, gaze cutting back over her shoulder.
A man filled the doorway to the next room, mid-thirties, same bone structure she held in her shorts pocket, only hardened by time—no need to fish out the photo, it matched the scars staring at her.
A torn singlet hung ragged on him, denim jeans shredded at the knees and thighs, one eye white and dead, burn scars stretching tight over half his face and down his neck, disappearing under cloth like he'd come back from war in pieces.
He fixed his good eye on her hard. El held his gaze, refusing to drop it first.
He pushed off the doorway, boots grinding heavy on the wood, one foot catching a hitch that dragged the pace. She watched him come, body locked in place, until he stopped right in front of her. She angled her head up just enough, staring straight into his, blinking once against the ache of not looking away.
His hands shot out fast, spun her around, and slammed her front down hard against the rough table edge so the wood bit into her hips. She grunted low when his fingers hooked the waist of her denim shorts and dragged them down rough, her ass wobbling out. Her panties dragged down next, bunched at her thighs.
El strained her head back and forth, pushing hard against the hand pinning her neck. She heard the metallic rasp of a zipper coming undone behind her.
Her lips clamped tight from the heavy slap of his thick cock on her bare ass cheek, fingers digging into the table edge as the blunt slick tip nudged straight at her cunt.
He rammed his meaty pole into her snatch, forcing her inner folds apart around the bloated tip as it sank to the root. El clamped her teeth on her bottom lip until copper flooded her tongue, choking back the scream clawing up her throat. His pelvis crashed forward again, stuffing the entire girthy rod back into her sopping hole with a filthy wet slap against her cheeks. She grunted low behind gritted teeth, noise smothered against the grimy table under her face when his swollen nuts smacked softly against her drenched lips. His growl vibrated low in his ribcage while he stayed lodged balls-deep for a beat before dragging halfway out and slamming home once more.
He began driving deeper with each pump, fat cock spearing into her snug tunnel with heavy force that shoved her frame against the table rim. El's nails raked the wood, carving thin grooves as she battled to trap every whimper behind her teeth. His grunts grew coarser now, each one synced to the way his groin smashed into her ass cheeks. The flared crown raked her inner ridges on the pull-back before he hammered forward again, stuffing her completely. She sucked air in quick, shallow pulls through her nose, lips quivering as she forced the next noise down.
El's fingers curled hard into the table, knuckles going pale while the cabinet across the room started shaking, doors banging on their hinges. A jar inside rattled free and hurtled across the room, exploding against the wall in a shower of glass. His pole kept slamming into her pussy, thick rod prying her open wider, cunt gripping his shaft then relaxing around it as he plunged deep, stuffing her full every time. He growled louder, hips snapping quicker, wanting her to feel every goddamn inch of his fat cock stretching her tight gash. El groaned low in her throat, the sound buzzing through the table under her cheek while her fingers sank deeper into the cracking wood as his girthy pole drove balls-deep into her dripping slit, a cabinet door tearing free and crashing down.
She latched onto the table edge, fingers curling tight until the old timber squeaked under her grip. His bloated crown hammered her depths hard, cock gliding in and out of her drenched pussy with lewd wet noises that echoed in the dim space. El's breathing turned choppy, short pulls punching out every time he bottomed out inside her. He grunted with every forward snap, heavy nuts slapping wet against her clit on the in-stroke. Her walls squeezed around his thickness but she bit down harder on her lip, refusing to let any real noise escape.
El squeezed her eyes shut, a thin line of blood sliding from her left nostril and dripping onto the table beneath her cheek. Her cunt clenched sudden on his pole, slick oozing thick down the insides of her thighs as the bloated tip pressed deeper into her dripping core, filling her so full she felt every ridge along the shaft. She moaned despite herself, the noise torn low and fractured as his fat rod split her open again and again. He growled deep in his throat, fingers digging into her hips to yank her back onto his cock harder. Her cunt clamped around him, slick running down her thighs while he pushed deeper into her core.
His pace quickened, shaft hammering her cunt until her ass cheeks wobbled and bounced from the wet thud of his groin smashing against her ass crack. El's lips parted, a choked whimper knocked loose as her body rocked forward under the pounding of his thick shaft stretching her cunt wide. He grunted with every plunge, rough and low as the swollen head pressed against her cervix deep inside. Her fingers slipped on the table edge, nails gouging fresh marks into the wood as she tried to brace herself. She tasted blood dripping from her nose, sweat beading above her lip while his veined shaft hammered her soaked cunt—a sudden gasp ripped from her when he buried to her spot.
He drove his shaft in harder, hips snapping so the wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the grimy walls. El's lip parted on a choked gasp punched from her chest when his cock filled her cunt full. His fingers tightened on her neck, forcing a grimace while a low snarl broke from her throat as he drove faster. Her walls clenched hard on his thick shaft, rippling along the veined length while he drove deeper, swollen head stretching her slick channel until she felt the swollen head nudge her limit. She gasped hard through her mouth now, unable to keep the sounds fully contained anymore.
His cock pounded in and out of her soaked cunt, the veined walls rubbing rough along his veined shaft, swollen head scraping the textured ridges inside her core. El's lungs strained for air, tits mashed hard to the table so her chest fought every rise while his thick cock stretched her slick cunt to the limit. He grunted louder, hips slamming forward so his balls smacked wet against her folds. Her fingers flexed again on the table edge, wood splintering faintly under her nails. She fought to hold her powers down, chest tight while his thick cock slammed her cunt full, swollen head striking her spot so hard a gasp ripped out of her throat.
He hammered his thick length harder, cock burying deep in her soaked cunt, forcing her hips to crash against the table edge until pain flared across her pelvis. El let a low broken grunt pass her lips, the sound forcing its way out no matter how hard she fought. The growls rumbled out of him with every thrust, deep and ragged while his swollen head battered her slick cunt. Her walls fluttered around his thick shaft, slick coating the veined cock as he rammed deeper. She let a choked grunt rip from her throat when the swollen head slammed her cunt again, her hips snapping forward so her tits ground painfully into the table.
He hammered her soaked cunt, swollen shaft plunging deep inside her tight channel, heavy balls smacking wet against her ass as he kept her body locked flat to the table, each drive forcing her lungs to empty. He growled deep, fingers bruising her hips as he yanked her back to meet each plunge. Her cunt spasmed hard around his thick cock, walls clamping down as the orgasm ripped her open, mouth agape with a choked breath she couldn't swallow, fingers gouging the wood while slick coated his swollen head and leaked along the veined length.
He slammed home, sinking his thick cock to the base in her fluttering cunt as his balls tightened. El let out a raw exhale, air punching out in a shaky rush when the initial hot rope of his cum erupted inside her, pumping thick strands deep into her core. Her cunt clamped down on his throbbing cock, walls squeezing to draw out every rope of cum while his grunts came low and ragged from above. She pulled a harsh breath, lungs fighting the crush of the table while his seed pumped deep inside her. His cock throbbed inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into her cunt until it started leaking out around his base.
Her lungs burned, air scraping in and out while sweat slid down her neck, soaking the front of her tank top and pooling on the table beneath her. She dragged the back of her hand across her nostril, smearing the blood away, then twisted her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. "That's a great fucking way to welcome your daughter," Her voice scraped hoarse, lips barely forming the words. He sneered, mouth twisting as he spat on the floor beside her.