She saw herself in Kim's eyes, their features were alarmingly similar, and a wild, possessive instinct overtook her. For a moment, Rita thought she would give into it and snatch the woman away to devour as her own, but going by that same reasoning, she feared that Kim desired to do the same. Therefore, Rita bolted down the corridor of the underground lair, determined not to succumb to such a fate.

In Michael's lab, Kim glared at him, but he was unapologetic, "My best work, my masterpiece," he declared, his smug grin exuding his satisfaction. He began to walk away, but he was detained by Kim's security detail, as she approached him.

"You can brag all you want about your 'masterpiece,'" Kim seethed, her voice dripping with disgust, "But there can be only one.”

Kim turned to her retinue, “Detain him! He better be alive when I come back!" she ordered, then sauntered down the same corridor that Rita had taken just moments before.

Rita's haste in fleeing finally caught up with her. Lost and confused, she nearly fell headlong into a darkened chamber, but her eyes soon adjusted, revealing what looked like a church cut into the cavern.

The chamber was large and dimly lit, with walls that glistened like polished stone and a floor of ebony marble. A massive carved oak altar overlooked a pit. On the altar, a golden chalice was accompanied by a knife, both objects clean, but full of a palpable energy that radiated from them.

Shadows emanated from the pit, but they were unmoving. Approaching the edge close enough to see details, she gasped in horror as she witnessed a pit filled with... Kim Kardashians. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of bodies, that looked just like hers, had been tossed into the chasm and crushed together at the bottom. Their limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, and eyes wide open and fixed eternally in terror.

Rita stumbled backwards, gripping the cold stone wall for support as her heart raced uncontrollably. She was frozen in fear, unable to process the sight before her.

But then, her fear began to subside, and anger welled up inside her. How could Michael do this to these women? What would he gain from it?

"A beautiful world," Kim's voice echoed from behind, making Rita's heart leap in fear.

She turned to find herself face to face with Kim Kardashian, who had patinetly caught up to her. Rita's breath hitched in her throat as she took in Kim's appearance. She wore a form fitting black latex dress that hugged her curves, showcasing her ample assets and long legs. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders in glossy waves, and her brown eyes sparkled with a devious glint.

Her full lips curved into a wicked smile as she slowly approached Rita, who couldn't tear her gaze away from the vision before her.

"I know what you're thinking," Kim purred, her voice dripping with confidence. "You're wondering why I'm here, what I want with you?"

Rita couldn't find her voice, so she simply nodded, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

"I want to complete the ritual," Kim replied, extending a hand towards Rita. "To remove the last of yourself and become, Kim."

"How..." Rita whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

"Taste," Kim commanded, as her hands lowered to her hips, pulling up the hem of her latex dress, revealing her bare shaved womanhood.

Rita hesitated for a moment, but something primal in her urged her to reach out and touch Kim. She traced her fingers down Kim's thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Kim sighed at her touch, closing her eyes, before grabbing Rita's head and forcing her mouth over her mound. Rita's mind raced as the taste of Kim flooded her senses. She moaned as she began to lick and suck hungrily, exploring every inch of Kim's folds with her tongue. Kim's moans and sighs of pleasure grew louder, urging Rita on.

"Finally! Somebody practiced!" Kim exclaimed, spreading her legs wider.

Rita, on her knees before Kim, couldn't believe that she was doing this. She couldn't deny the pleasure that surged through her veins as she tasted Kim's arousal.

Kim tangled her fingers in Rita's hair, pulling her closer, desperately seeking more of her skilled tongue.

Rita's body trembled with desire, loving the feeling of being controlled by Kim's every whim.

The wet sounds of Rita's mouth on Kim's womanhood filled the air around them as Kim's moans grew louder, her thighs quivering with pleasure. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her groin into Rita's face, desperate for her release.

Rita obliged, pleasuring her with the perfect amount of pressure. Kim's legs shook, and Rita reveled in her newfound control. Kim's moans grew louder, her breaths ragged as she neared her climax.

"Just like that! That's it! Oh... yes!" Kim yelled, her legs trembling as she lost control, spraying Rita with a golden shower, her body convulsing with pleasure. Kim shuddered and collapsed onto the altar, her chest heaving with exertion, her eyes closed in bliss.

Rita was gone, there was now only Kim. She pulled back, wiping her mouth as she stood up, feeling a mix of excitement and shame. "I get it now," Kim spoke, the only traces of Rita remaining were a slight treble in her voice, and the way she moved her body. "You found a template, a template for beauty. You used that template to perfect yourself, then tried to gift that template to the world. There was just one problem."

"The SKKN line of beauty products and the SKIMS line of clothing, when used with Michael's special formula, were supposed to transform anyone into a perfect replica of me," Kim explained, catching her breath, as she pulled down the hem of latex dress.

"But Michael had never managed to perfect the formula, not fully, and every duplicate he created was doomed to end up in that pit, twisted and broken, never achieving the full transformation." Kim said, a brown sheen in her otherwise raven hair betraying the fact that she was once called Rita.

Kim's gaze shifted to her doppelgänger, and her eyes narrowed. "And you want to stop this?" she asked, her voice flat.

"I want to fix it," Kim replied, meeting Kim's gaze squarely. "Behold, I made the full transformation. I am a younger, firmer, more perfect version of Kim." Kim taunted, as she ran her hands over her newly enhanced curves. "However, I didn't expect that I would retain any of Rita's memories, and now I am burdened with her self-consciousness and shame."

"You are a marvel, indeed; but there can be only one Kim," Kim said as she turned to the altar to retrieve the dagger, "It is why sacrifices had to be made. I hope you under..." Kim paused, noticing the dagger was missing from the altar. She turned back around in time to see Kim lunging at her, fury in her eyes, wielding the dagger. Kim was caught off guard, and the dagger plunged into her chest, lodging deep in her heart. She looked down in shock, eyes widening as she realized the gravity of the situation.

With tears welling in her eyes, Kim choked out, "But; I'm the real To---" her words failed as the dagger was withdrawn, taking her air with it.

"Then why are you in the pit?" Kim spat as she pushed Kim into the dark abyss.

The last of her screams fading into the darkness, Kim struggled to catch her breath, as she contemplated what had transpired. The act of murder was sickening and wrong, but somehow, Kim's arrogance and greed made it easier to process. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and shuddered at the memory of her former idol's pleading eyes.

She returned to the lab. The security detail snapping to attention as she entered, the cacophony of their salutes filling the air. She ignored them as she walked past. Her eyes were drawn to Michael - the one who had started all this, flanked by two of her retinue.

Looking away, trying to suppress the guilt she was feeling, Kim addressed the two security guards, "This Michael. He's caused more problems than he's worth. Is there a way we can shoot him, and say he resisted or ran?" Kim asked, a slight tremble in her voice.

The two guards shared a look, before one of them replied, "Our orders were to keep him alive."

The second blushed, "But heck, for you, Miss Kardashian, we can do anything." He stated as he pulled out his side arm.

Michael, was at first puzzled why Kim was speaking and acting the way that she was, but realization quickly set in and he became horrified, "Oh no! Rita, I can explain..." Michael's words were cut short as Kim's guard raised his gun and fired without hesitation, the bullet cleanly piercing Michael's eyebrow and exiting the back of his skull, taking any explanations with it.

Michael's body collapsed to the ground, dead before he hit the tile floor. Kim looked away, her eyes closing in disgust as the guards dragged the lifeless body out of sight.

Kim took several deep breaths, her mind racing as she tried to process the series of events. She opened her eyes, glancing at her own reflection in the nearby mirror.

She looked different, and yet, she looked the same. She noticed the faint curve of her lips and realized she was pleased with herself. The world was her oyster now.

Her mind wandered to Sarah. Sarah would never believe what had transpired. Sarah had remained loyal, but she was not so sure that Sarah wouldn't condemn what she had done. Sarah would be the last piece of the old Rita left in her life, and Kim knew because of that she would have to leave and never contact Sarah again.

It was a difficult thing for her to accept, but she also knew that once some time had passed, Sarah would forget about her, and Kim could focus on her new life as the only and ultimate Kim Kardashian.