You wake up in a wet patch.
For a moment you don't understand what happened. Then you do.
In the end your body has finally found a way to release. While you were asleep. While you had no awareness of it.
A wet dream, technically. A wet nightmare, more accurately. A miserable, unsatisfying, completely unchosen orgasm that happened to you rather than by you, leaving nothing behind except a damp sheet and a vague sense of having been cheated.
You lie there in the dark, cage still locked, Charlotte's key on the other side of the wall, and understand with complete clarity what your sex life is going to look like for the foreseeable future.
Wet nightmares.