The worst scenario possible

As the world of her mind realm appeared before Raven, dread came over the heroine. The realms design is enfluenced by many factors, but namely which emotions are fed. So when she saw that her mind realm was a black landscape, lit in red and purple lighting, she knew things were terribly wrong. The ground seemed to be covered in a shallow river of liquid latex, with multiple objects breaking through to stand out on the hellish horizon. Looking closer, she saw the embodiments of her various emotions were captured and being tormented. Each doppelgänger was encased in latex full body gimp suits, accented in their unique colors. They were being tormented in customized ways, such as happiness in pink bound on a sybian, **** into over pleasure as she lost herself in the waves of orgasms. Sadness wore blue and was bound down to a spanking bench, crying as a paddle wheel smacked her ass over and over. Green jealousy was hanging above orange gluttony and grey timidness, jealousy wearing a chastity belt as she watched gluttony **** to eat out a spread eagle timidness.

As Raven takes in the daunting scenery before her, trying to make sense of what was before her, she heard a laugh. She turned to see herself, but a version in her demonic form, with four eyes and red skin wearing a purple and red dominatrix outfit. She had never seen emotion embodiments fused outside of herself before. The being spoke, a strange mixture of gravely rage and sensual lust. “Hello Raven,” it said, “welcome to your mind... or should I say my mind?”

“What are you?” Raven coolly states. She knew herself well... and this thing shouldn’t be possible. The air was heavy with the smell of sex, and Raven felt her own knees weaken... this thing was already affecting her more than she thought it could.

“We are the feelings you have desired, fed... but denied. We are a mixture of your lust, frustration, and anger. We are Dominance, but you shall soon know us as Mistress.”

This pissed off Raven slightly... how dare her own emotions try to assume control of her... and as she felt this anger she also felt something drain from her. Her mind scape reflected this, as the latex river at her feet rose abit. The being chuckled, obviously strengthening its control of Raven’s mind.

It spoke again “We have already captured the rest of your emotional embodiments... and fully control them. Once We have you, We shall stop being a simple embodiment clone, and shall become the real Raven.”