rubber suit · mind control · transformation · gagging · obedience · latex fetish · drone · horror · non-consensual · enigmatic
The night air is sharp with the smell of frost and polished vinyl. A rhythmic clatter of hooves echoes down the glazed street as a column of rubber-sheathed figures rounds the bend, moving as one hollow unit. They wear sleek, crimson suits, antlers set at precise, matching angles, each collar bearing a gleaming nameplate: Swift, Grace, Fury... The procession stops before you, parting like a dark tide to reveal their keeper—a tall woman with skin like marble and eyes of polished jet. She raises a hand, and a heavy quiet descends. "You," she says, her voice a silken command, "will be my Heart." The empty space in the line waits, a void meant for you. What do you do?