The night Aura placed the cage on Ray's cock, she tossed and turned in bed the devilish grip of anxiety gripped her heart. She knew her son, as soon as he wakes up, would be fuming in anger and it would fall on her to discipline him. She can't falter, budge or allow him to yell, she has to take control and turn him back into the good boy that he used to be once.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? NOOO!" That scream from Ray's room as Tanya and Aura were busy in the kitchen, marked the start of the mother's act as her son's master. Even so, turning to Tanya–who'd been with her all night and hoped to see things to their end, she searched for motivation of any kind.
"Don't let him push you around, you're not his girl–you're his mother," grabbing Aura's hand with her heart filled with Malice, Tanya smiled at her sister and continued whispering words of encouragement. "He can't use you, not even in his imagination, so be brave and show him who's the fucking boss of this house, okay?"