His Surrender: Rebreaking Kirill by Lou Bealy commissioned by anonymous If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are here . Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! Contains dubious consent All characters are above the age of 18 Kirill was the first out of the door when chemistry class ended. A couple of people had to dodge him as he sped towards his destination on the other side of campus. He wasn’t that tall, only five foot nine, but he weighed about one hundred eighty pounds and was pure muscle so people tended to get out of his way, but he barely noticed. He had work to do, calories to consume, and tests to study for. In that order. And he wasn’t the type of guy who let other people get in the way of his routine. They would just have to get out of his way. A few of the people he almost ran into were bigger than him; taller, heavier, all-around more massive guys. But they all got out of his

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  Brainwashing the Sorority: The Convention by Lou Bealy Commissioned by anonymous Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! Warning: Contains rape, mind control, and racist words/themes. The author doesn't condone any of these acts and this is a pure work of fiction. The speaker stepped up to the podium and tapped it with his hand, the sound of the impact blasted through the speakers and echoed throughout the room. The murmur of conversation quickly dwindled as the man behind the podium waited with an impatient look on his face. Jessica was still not clear on why this youngish white guy was there to talk about “race relations” to a bunch of black sororities. The national association of black sororities would meet twice a year at a convention to talk about their experiences, to coordinate advocacy, and of course for networking purposes. They would typically have speakers from their sororities share exper