The eighteenth night Diya no longer questioned what her body had become.

When she lay down naked on her back, her legs fell open without thought or resistance. Her cunt was already swollen, puffy, and wet, the lips parted and permanently slightly gaping from the continuous use of the previous nights. The sheet beneath her was stiff and stained with everything her father had left in her. She forced her breathing into the slow rhythm of sleep and waited with her thighs spread, exactly the way he required them to be.