I am in the shower, the bathroom door left wide open as a rule of the house—privacy is a privilege I lost long ago. Grandpa had already used me twice this morning. Once on the bed when he woke up with his hard cock and again here in the shower, pressing my face against the cold tiles while he took my ass from behind. Now he’s gone and I’m left trying to clean myself.

The water runs pink at first, swirling with blood and his thick sticky cum down the drain. I scrub my skin raw, but no amount of soap can wash away the feeling of being owned. Even clean, my body is a canvas of their cruelty—deep bruises bloom like ugly flowers across my thighs, hips and breasts. My vagina, my pussy, isn’t just sore; it’s damaged, swollen, and torn, a constant, throbbing reminder of what I am.