She gets more controlling

As the days went by you found yourself arguing with her less and agreeing with her more. For some reason it felt easier, it felt right.

One day after getting out of the shower you walk back into your room. You see her with all of your bras out and a pair of scissors. A bundle of cut in half bras lay to the side.

"What are you doing to my bras!?" You ask

"Oh? You didn't hear? There's a shortage of masks for our workers. We're going to be generous and do what we can to help. And this (she holds up a half of one of your white satin bras) is our way off chipping in."

"Well what about your bras?" You ask.

"Don't be silly. You know those wouldn't fit. Mine are far too small." Masha cups her boob momentarily.

You're stunned thinking about it all and are lost for a moment in thought.

"There. All done." She snips the last of your bras apart.

Realizing that's the last, you start, "But.."

Masha cuts you off,
"You should be proud. Those boobs are going to be saving people's lives. Besides. Too late to change your mind now. "