Two months had dragged by since my own father first shoved his cock into me, since the shutter clicked on those naked, humiliating photographs and I became his private, blackmailed whore. His regular rapes had hardened into a filthy routine. Every time my mother stepped out, Papa cornered me, bent me over whatever surface was nearest, and fucked me with a practised, entitled hunger that left my cunt sore and dripping. I had grown more than accustomed to it; I had discovered a shameful, bottomless pleasure in being used. I had always adored submitting to men, offering my body like a wet, willing rag, like a cake of soap to be rubbed raw until I dissolved. The more they commanded, the more they degraded me, the more I obeyed, my cunt betraying me with its eager gush. I was a born slut, a natural raand [whore], and Papa exploited my craving without a shred of mercy.