A twisted voice taunts Liv

"Why are you so insistent on fighting this, Liv? Why fight the fun?" a voice said. It seemed to come from nowhere, just suddenly appearing before her with confidence and sass. Wait. Liv knew that voice...

"Emmaline? What... how are you here?" she said. The only response was a giggle.

"Come on, Liv. Your body is so much more fun now! No one's gonna come rescue you. There isn't even anything to be rescued from, so why not just relax and enjoy it?" With each new phrase a new image flashed across Liv's mind, a half dozen visions of whorish depravity all in quick succession. "You're perfect for this, Liv! Just a busty little sniper slut, begging to be fucked!"

"Shut--shut up! Shut up! Just... shut the fuck up you whore!" Liv yelled. She swung her fist through the air, intending to hit the glass in front of her, but in the blackness it seemed she had misjudged the distance and her fist slammed through the air. It's momentum carried her forward, and she wavered on her feet for a moment, stumbling to keep her balance. Only raw determination and anger kept her legs under her.

"I am nothing like you!" she yelled. The soft pale glow of the floor beneath her was the only source of light, and while it was perfectly bright near the ground, as it went upward it lost itself more and more leaving the space murky and dim, save for the steady vertical array of mirrors, faintly bouncing back a pale illumination.

"Oh, but of course you are!" Emmaline's singsong voice responded.

"Why else would you have all those fun, naughty little thoughts in your head, Liv-y?" Emmaline asked, this time the image that flashed into Livs mind was herself, walking naked down the streets of the city, a ditsy smile on her face as leering men gathered around her. The scene continued, as Liv was pushed down, happily impaling herself on a stranger's cock. Liv could feel her knees growing weak as her mind cleared, that concerning warmth between her legs just growing and growing. "Why else would you keep putting yourself in all these slutty situations?"

"That's... that's not me!" the visions were insistent, but Liv refused to give in. She pushed forward, stepping toward the wall until she could see her reflection, teeth bared in indignant fury, staring back at her. As she watched, the anger faded. The mirror Liv's lips twisted into a vacant smile, as her chest slightly swelled, and her hips flared out.

Liv sneered at the reflection, but it just gazed at her distantly with the same dreamy smile. "I'm not a slut like you, those visions, it's not me, it's... it's someone else! Maybe it's you, Emmaline! It's just... you...?"

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