The room was dark and dingy, lit by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The sheets were musty, and the cheap plastic Motel 6 cups on the sink were cracking down the sides.

He shoved her in, roughly, slamming the door shut. “Put these on.” Shivering, she pulled off her own Target training bra and slipped the faded, lacy piece over her barely-there frame.

“And this.” Dangling from his finger was a thong so large that when she slipped it on, it simply fell around her ankles. She whimpered, reaching for her own underwear.

In a flash, his fist hit the side of her head. She heard the impact, felt it, staggered before regaining her footing.

Trembling, she watched him set up the cameras. And saw what she hadn’t before.

In the bed was her little brother. “Daddy, please…” It was barely a whisper.

He shoved her down on the bed.

He tossed Micah on top of her. “Suck his dick.”

“Daddy…” Pleading.

When it was done, she wiped her mouth and tried not to cry.

He clicked off the camera. “That’s my good girl.”