Molly was lost in the darkness.
She reached the fighter dormitory where any superheroine that wanted quarters could stay. In the suite occupied by Dark Dominatrix, Molly punched in the access code that Jade Detective had given her. The room was dark. Blood red glow from candles that smelled like burning flesh. Very occult like.
But as she entered the back room, there was a faintly shimmering doorway. She stepped towards it cautiously. Then suddenly it felt like the room shifted sideways and she fell straight through it. She fell forward through a tunnel that seemed to be made of swirling purple clouds of worms that screamed constantly. She shut her eyes and covered her ears and screamed.
After a while she realized that everything was still and the only screaming was her own. She opened her eyes and realized that she was surrounded by people in black cloaks. It was an auditorium and she was standing in the corner of a ring. It was like the league arena, but this one just screamed “haunted house” at her. None of the people made a sound.
“Um, hi!” said Molly suddenly feeling very foolish. “Do any of you people speak English?” You could hear a pin drop in the chamber. “Could someone tell me where I am?”
“You are in my lair, little pink doggy.” A glint of gold and dark skin glistening with sweat from the arena
entrance. Finally there was a murmur from the crowd. All the people closest to her were on their knees whispering “Mistress” over and over again. “Ohmygawd!” Thought Molly “Are all these people her slaves?”
“This little corner of the dark dimension, crafted to my own personal tastes. It doesn’t exist on any map. Nobody can find this place. You are all alone little doggy.” She slowly strode forward menacingly as she spoke, the crowd bowing down to her like a reverse wave. “…and here in my lair, I will spend the next thousand years breaking every bone in your body. Over and over and over.”
Molly’s hands shook as Valerie approached her. She wanted to be defiant, to stand up to her enemy, but suddenly she was overwhelmed by fear. Her voice barely squeaked, “I’ll punch you in your face you huge-breasted woman…” then trailed off.
“What was that? Are you being disobedient, little doggy?” She was entering the ring ropes now and Molly’s knees buckled. She began scooting backwards as the Domme approached. “Disobedient doggies need to be punished.” Her muscles were literally rippling, seemingly with dark power. Her voice was like death approaching, Molly could feel all of her strength leaving her. “I just hope you don’t die too soon like the last puppy I beat…” Her heart was pumping air and she couldn’t catch her breath. “Nobody can save you now.”
“Nobody is right here, witch!” came a strong voice and a blur of movement. A 
woman slammed the back of the Domme’s head with an elbow knocking her off balance. Instantly Molly’s eyes snapped back into focus and the fear left her. What was that, some kind of magic spell? Molly realized she was covered in cold sweat and sucked in a lungful of air as if she had been holding her breath for minutes. She didn’t recognized the woman that came to her rescue, even as she knelt beside Molly to help her up. “You ready to kick some ass, blondie?”
“Who are you?” asked Molly as she struggled to her feet.
“My name. Is Tamara.”