The third night came faster than Priya expected. All day her body remembered Dev—every bruise, every bite, every drop of his cum that had dried on her skin. Her pussy stayed swollen and sensitive, rubbing against her thighs as she walked the fields. The small cuts on her knees had scabbed over, but they stung when she bent down, reminding her how she had knelt for him. Her boobs felt heavier, nipples constantly hard, poking through her blouse like they were begging for his teeth again.

She didn’t tell her father anything. He watched her strangely now—noticed she walked slower, eyes distant—but he said nothing. Priya spent the afternoon washing clothes at the village tap, but her mind was only on the stepwell. She knew Dev would make her wait tonight. Make her suffer a little before he took her.