**The Interrogation**

Mrs. Jenkins took another step closer, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Let's get comfortable, shall we?" she said, retrieving a roll of duct tape from her pocket. Before I could react, she had me pinned against the chair, my wrists and ankles bound by the sticky tape. Emily watched with a mix of fascination and horror, her eyes darting between me and her mother. "Mom, are you sure this is necessary?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Mrs. Jenkins smiled, her gaze never leaving mine. "Oh, absolutely, sweetie. We need to know who we're dealing with." She ripped off a piece of tape and slapped it over my mouth, silencing any potential protests. The interrogation began, with Mrs. Jenkins firing off questions in a calm, collected tone. "What's your name? How long have you been doing this? Who else is involved?" I shook my head, trying to convey that I wouldn't answer, but she just chuckled. "Don't be shy," she coaxed, leaning in close. "We just want to get to know you better." Emily chimed in, her voice softer than her mother's. "Yeah, we want to help you." The questions continued, with Mrs. Jenkins occasionally glancing at her daughter for input or confirmation. I tried to remain stoic, but the tape made it difficult to convey my defiance. Finally, Mrs. Jenkins seemed satisfied with the information she had gathered. She ripped off the tape, and I gasped in relief. "I think we've learned enough for now," she said, standing up straight. Emily looked at me with a newfound curiosity, her eyes scanning my body. "I think we should take a little photo," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Mrs. Jenkins raised an eyebrow, but a sly smile played on her lips. The two women moved in unison, their hands grasping the waistband of my pants. I tried to struggle, but my bound limbs made it difficult. With a swift tug, they pulled my pants down, exposing my underwear. Their faces froze, and for a moment, they just stared. Then, in a synchronized motion, they reached for my underwear, pulling them down as well. I felt a surge of humiliation as they took a photo of me, my body on full display. But their reaction was not what I expected. Instead of disgust or anger, they looked...intrigued. Mrs. Jenkins took a step closer, her eyes fixed on my crotch. "Well, well, well," she whispered. Emily's voice trembled. "Mom, I think...I think it's getting bigger." Their gazes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The tables had turned, and I was no longer in control. The mother-daughter duo exchanged a glance, and their faces seemed to convey a silent understanding. It was clear that this was just the beginning of a very twisted game.