rubber suit · mind control · transformation · gagging · obedience · latex fetish · drone · horror · non-consensual · enigmatic
The air is crisp with the scent of pine and cold metal. Hoofbeats echo on the frosty pavement as a procession of rubber-clad figures rounds the corner, their movements synchronized and hollow. They wear sleek, red suits with antlers cocked at identical angles, and on each collar, a name tag gleams: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer... The group halts before you, parting like a dark river to reveal their master—a tall woman with porcelain skin and eyes like polished coal. She lifts a hand, and a nameless silence falls. "You," she says, her voice velvet over steel, "will be my Cupid." The empty spot in the line waits for you. What do you do?