Reluctantly agree

I took the photo from his hand, my heart racing as I studied the image of the larger-sized Chun-Li costume. The idea of my mother, a woman who had always been a bastion of strength and dignity, being subjected to this was almost too much to bear. Yet, the hope of escape was a seductive temptation, one that I couldn't resist.

"You want me to make her into one of your sluts too?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah our marriage is being becoming. I weren't want to divorce her and take her only son away from her." The threat was clear. "But if you do this for me, I might just change my mind."

The weight of his words settled heavily in my chest. My mother had no idea about the depraved games he had been playing with me, the twisted "sissy training" that had turned me into his personal toy. The thought of her finding out was unbearable, let alone her being drawn into this sick world.

"Okay."