'Megan' Submission

'Megan' watched as the Asian-American woman talked to a man. A few minutes later, Lisa locked her arm to the man's arm happily and moved somewhere else with him.

That whore probably went to sell her cunt to that man.

It was not a secret that Lisa 'Loosecunt' Wang whore out her body on campus. Some students would occasionally turn trick if they required additional pocket money, and Lisa was one of the campus's top tails. 'Megan' was jealous of Lisa, that the whore could get away without any blemish in her reputation or other consequences with what she did.

Lisa's position on the upper part of the campus' pecking order was solid because many of the campus professors were in her pocket.

"Hey, Meg!" 'Megan' heard someone was calling her from the back.

'Megan' turned around to see who called her. Another platinum-haired blonde girl with hair styled in a ponytail was walking toward her. She was drawing blank about who she was before a surge of memory pushed on the surface of her mind, "Morning, Jess." Greet 'Megan' to the blonde girl.

Jessica May was a tall and athletic girl. She stood at 6'1", her shapely legs were clad in skin-tight black colored lycra pants. In her opinion, this cheerleader was hot but unfortunately, she was just a cheap bitch that made the most population of the campus girls. Megan referred to Jessica's chest that was bolted with cheap-looking big fake tits that trying to broke free from her tube top, it was so obvious that she went to a cheap plastic surgeon for it.

"Don't forget to go to practice today, the coach has some things to announce!" said Jessica with her chirpy voice.

There were two conflicting memories in her mind after Jessica's reminder. Which coach was Jessica talking about?

One memory showed that she was a cheerleader but another one she wasn't in the cheerleader club, but one of the Debate club member. Once more, her mind went blank for few seconds, then just like that, her confusion was gone like it was blown by a wind, her mind was clear as realization dawned on her.

Silly me, the campus didn't even have a debate club, how can I be a member of one! Jess was talking about the cheerleader's practice, and I'm a cheerleader.

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'Megan' arrived at her class just in times when the professor came. The professor was some middle-aged guy in his late 30's. He dressed professionally in a suit and black trousers. His face could not be called handsome, but his green eyes possessed an indescribable charm that made a girl's heart flutter if their eyes met. His class was pretty popular for the girls, and the boys were most of the time dropped from his class for an unknown reason. Professor Markus was his name.

"Good morning class, please put your attention on me for the time being." The professor said.

"Our today lesson will be about law and order."

"First, Megan could you give the class some of your opinions about what is law?" The professor asked.

"Law is…." 'Megan' answered with a textbook-like definition, but unlike her expectation of the professor's praise, the professor kept his silence and he even sighed in the end.

"Nicole, could you tell me your opinion?" Professor Markus threw the same question to another girl. 'Megan' was somewhat disappointed to think that her answer was unsatisfactory for the professor.

"It is a hierarchy of command, a social contract between authority and civilian, a relationship between master and servant, professor. For example, you are the holder of authority in this class, so to said, you are the master of this class, and we are the servant in this relationship, thus your command is a law for us in this room."

"Good answer, Nicole." Praised the professor, "Now, Class! I want all of you to follow my command."

"My first order is for you girls to remove your top and bra." The class was then busy undressing their top clothing like it was nothing strange. Several unfortunate girls that wear one-piece dresses or pantsuits end up only in their panties as they drop their dresses to the floor.

"Now, look at the girl that sits nearest to you, I want you girls to take a turn writing some derogatory word on their body and forehead with sharpie and marker, if you don't bring one, you can borrow it from me."

"After you have done, you need to call the girl with the word you wrote on their forehead, for the other girl, don't forget to thank them for calling you names."

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'Megan' looked at the girl that sat nearest to her, a brunette Latina. She had wavy hair and a fat ass atop some killer legs clad in her tight-fitting jeans. Her boobs, just like every other girl in the room was hung free, 'Megan' tried to tell which one was bigger between her and the Latina because of their similar size. The Latina girl was gorgeous to be sure, she tried to fish her name from her memory.

"Megan, why you are looking at me like that?" said the Latina

"I beg your pardon, but what's your name??"

"Silvia Bruja, you better remember it!" said Silvia, "Bitch, you really arrogant one, aren't you? you didn't even remember your sorority sister's name."

Silvia Bruja. A surge of memories was surfacing on Megan's mind. She remembered that the Latina was another member of Gamma Phi Sorority. Rumor said that her family was traveling gypsy, but she chose to not continue following her family's tradition. With Silvia's identity as her 'friend' from the same sorority, her impression of the Latina went low. 'Megan' was unapologetic to not remember her name in the first place now.

Silvia was the first to do the body writing, she took up her marker and write some words on Megan's forehead. 'Megan' couldn't see what the Latina bitch wrote on her forehead. Silvia moved from her forehead down to her chest. This time, she could see that Silvia wrote the word cheap on her left tits and $10 on her right.

"I'm done with you, Dumbcunt." Said Silvia with a mocking tone.

"What did you said?"

"I'm just doing what the professor ask us, and you yet to thank me for my work, Dumbcunt."

'Megan' remembered their assignment; the professor said that they had to call the girl with the word written on their forehead. Megan realized that the word Silvia wrote on her forehead was 'Dumbcunt'.

'Megan' was ignoring Silvia's rant and chose to watch the words written on the other girl that had it done.

Painslut, Whore, Cumdump, Cockgobbler, Sizequeen, Snowbunny…

She found the situation was incredibly hot, but the alarm on her mind screamed that something was very wrong with this class. Once more, her rationale of genius was able to resurface for a few moments while it was not suppressed and tampered with by the system.

This class was full of young girls that ready to debase each other by a drop of command.

But it was when she looking toward those girls, that she felt something was wrong

'Megan' frowned. She was bitch, but she wasn't that ignorant to forget all the names of her classmate.

I have an intense feeling of hatred for those girls.

But if I hate them, why I can't remember any of their names?

Why did this class feel so strange to me? I went to this class every week, am I? But why I was so unfamiliar with this class…

No…I am not a student of this faculty, my name…

"Megan, what's wrong with you? Are you unable to follow such simple order!?" The professor had observed Megan since the start, regarding her wandering gaze, hesitation to follow orders, and wariness about the class's current situation. He knew what he needed to do. The professor moved toward where Megan was seated.

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"Look at my eyes, Megan!" The Professor commanded.

His gaze was hot. 'Megan' was charmed by the pretty eyes and unable to look away. Her heart began to beat faster. She could feel that her heat went up from the skin-to-skin contact between Professor Markus's hands and her arms when he grabbed her to capture her full attention. His right hand then moved to caress her face, he pried open her lips with his thumb. Megan's oral fixation kicked in and she began to suck his thumb. 'Megan' was feverish in-heat as she kept sucking Professor Markus's thumb while she still locked in a gaze with Professor Markus's charming eyes.

My name is…

Just before she able to finally recall the name that she thought was her real name, the system was able to suppress her memories and washed them clean with only one answer.

"Student Megan Ford," The professor called her name. Any previous resurfacing thought of her was burned by his fiery gaze.

Megan Ford... I am Megan Ford, why did I think that I went by any other names?

Professor Markus pulled away from his thumb from her mouth once he saw Megan's expression went relaxed. "You will obey me from now! I don't want to see you hesitate and feeling confused if I ask you to do something ever again!" the commanding tone of his was sending a shiver of pleasure to her body. The shiver traveled from her head to her crotch, she could feel that her groin was wet. 'Megan' was feeling humiliated when a big wet spot stained her capris for anyone to see.

"Y-yes, sir!"

"Take this, it will calm you down ." Professor Markus brought out a tab of pills from his pocket; he popped one pill and gave it to Megan.

'Megan', who just vowed obedience to professor Markus, consumed the pill without hesitation.

The pill effect was brutally kicking in as she quickly started to feel high in the cloud, her eyes unfocused and her world was spinning, soon, she forgot that she was in the middle of class as she let herself lost in the ecstasy the **** brought her.

[Ejecting user 'Erika' persona from the avatar.] A mechanical woman's voice announced but Megan was unable to register anything in her mind right now.

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Erika found herself floating in the white world once again.

"Well, how was your experience in the game, Miss Erika?" She recognized that voices. It wasn't EVIE voice but a baritone male voice that belonged to the Big Master.

A shadowy black visage of a man appeared in the white world.

"You damn cheater! How can you call this a game when I most of the time was in the passenger seat?"

"Passenger seat you said? I just suppressing your memories, but every choice was yours. It's just you decided what you did so far based on the fabricated memory and how you feel."

"If someone only has memories of a bitch and whore, they ought to think and behave like one; there nobody yet that break this hypothesis of mine."

"Your chance of freedom was based upon you breaking my hypothesis in the first place."

"How can I prove you wrong if you didn't give me any room for it!?"

The shadowy visage chuckled, "Fine, I'm always a generous man, I will lift a few handicaps, you will remember some of your actual memories."

"I look forward to your downfall." The shadowy visage then dissolved into thin air, leaving no traces in the white world.

Just after the calm was returned to the white world, Erika felt a strong gravitational pull that made her fall down into the endless white.

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She woke up in the empty classroom with a terrible headache. She was naked, drenched in piss, and cum was dripping from her pussy. She picked her tattered clothes from the floor, it was damp, probably because it was used to mop the piss and cum on the floor. She didn't find any of her underwear after her looking around the class. She sighed and giving up regarding her underwear, her choices were wearing her damp tattered clothes or walk naked.

'Megan' was able to recall few things. She knew that she wasn't supposed to be 'Megan', but she somehow ends up possessing this body. She was unable to recall her real name though, and her memories kinda jumbled, she didn't know which one was Megan's memory, and which once belonged to her.

_Wait, there are another options…_She recalled that this morning, another cheerleader reminded her to come to today's training session. Maybe she can borrow some decent clothes from them, but for now, she needed to bear with her tattered clothes until she arrived at the cheerleader club locker room.

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She arrived at the cheerleader basecamp after her walk of shame. The locker room was empty; she could see some pieces of clothes were hanging in some lockers that aren't properly locked. If she wasn't recalled some of her real personality and her thought pattern was still guided by the system, 'Megan' would not hesitate to steal that cloth to save herself from shame, alas with her current decision-making process was affected by partially recovered memories of Erika, she felt it was rude and not a wise decision to take the clothes without their owner consent.

She dared herself to come into the training gym with her current getup. As she entered the gym, many pair of eyes in the room was locked on her while at the same time, Megan was observing the situation in the gym. The cheerleaders weren't training their routines, all the present girls were busy smoking cigars or snorting coke. The room was hazy from smoke and Megan could smell the weeds lingering on the air. It was an unbelievable sight for 'Megan'. She knew that a lot of cheerleaders were a slut, and/or bitches, but they would rarely do ****, as it was able to jeopardize their activities as a cheerleader, now in this room, even the cheer captain was snorting coke like it was nothing strange.

"Megan, you're here! Bitch, you're so late." Megan looked toward the source of the voice. It came from Jessica May. Just like other girls in this room, her hand was holding a cigar.

"Jess, you're smoking!?" Megan asked.

"Yes? I had done it for quite a time, but these newly arrived cigars and crack are so good and better than my regular, why did you act so strange, Megan? Did you do not want to stay on the club?" Jessica was blowing a smoke cloud toward Megan's face.

"Are you mad!?" Shocked and infuriated because Jessica sudden blew of smoke, 'Megan' tempers were on the verge of exploding and she couldn't help to make a ruckus.

"What we have here?" 'Megan' could see someone walked toward them. She was around 28 or 29 years old if Megan could guess her age. It should be their coach. 'Megan' tried to recall the coach's name from her memories. Her appearance was weird, unbefitting with both the word 'cheerleader' and 'coach'. Her short bob hair was dyed neon green. Her face was decorated with piercing; Snakebite piercing on her lip, golden-colored nose ring, row of studs above her right and left eyebrows. Her makeup was dark with thick black smokey eye-shadow and purple-colored lipstick. The only cheerleader 'qualities' of her is that she also wore the university cheerleader's jersey and mini skirt but colored black. The woman was more suitable to be called a punk whore than a coach. She was really out of place amidst the cheerleader bimbo. The woman was observing Megan just as Megan observed her.

"Dumbcunt, did you know your mistake?" said the coach with a stinging remark. Megan almost forgot about the word written on her forehead. She didn't erase the word before she came here.

"Sorry, coach, I was late…" said 'Megan'.

The coach was frowning and didn't take her apology well.

"And??" Replied the coach.

"I'm sorry that I didn't wear the cheer uniform."

"And???"

And what? My mistakes were only that two! Megan stood silently.

"Bitch, you are unbefitting to be in our team!" The coach remarked and shook her head, "From now, you are expelled from the club!"

"What!? You can't do this to me, Coach! You know that I wanted to stay in the team."

*SLAP

'Megan' was slapped on the cheek. Not by the coach, but by Jessica May that stood beside her.

"How dare you to be so rude to our Mistress!?" Shout Jessica, but Megan's wasn't in the correct state of mind to process the weird way Jessica called the coach either. She was fuming with anger.

"Who gives you the right to slap me, you bitch!?" Megan pulled Jessica's hair. A catfight ensued between them.

"Stop it you two!" The coach shouted with fury at them.

"Fine, bitch, you wanted to stay in the team, you better earn it." Megan's attention was taken by the Coach word.

"First thing first, you need to respect your better."

"What made you brave enough to call me with Coach? it's Mistress Zoe for you!"

"Second, my cheerleader slut needs to smoke and do crack, never question about the reason."

It was ridiculous. Her demand was quite out-of-the-box for 'Megan'. But before she could hesitate and have a second thought, Mistress Zoe handed her a cigar and light it for her.

"Smoke this and I will consider you understand your mistake! This wasn't your normal cigar, this one will ensure you got addicted to it on your first smoke."

'Megan' put the cigars in her mouth. She could feel the heat of the smoke on her mouth. Megan coughed because she wasn't used to it

"Do it again, you need to blow the smoke out, I want to see you smoke like a pro by the end of the day!"

Once again, Megan put the cigar on her mouth, this time she was more used to the taste and able to blow a long smoke out of her mouth. . Both the real Megan and Erika weren't a smoker, there was no conflicting memory regarding their dislike to cigarette smell, but she had to admit that true to what Mistress Zoe said, this cigar was different from the scary tale people told regarding cigars and its kind. The cigar was good, and she unable to get enough of it.

[You use Hypnotic Cigars]. A mechanical woman's voice sounded inside her head, but it was ignored by her.

"The cigars would be a special reward if you did a good job, you are now addicted to smoking, if you don't smoke for an hour, you will begin to feel anxious, too long without any cigar or cigarette on your mouth, and you will be struck by a panic attack."

"But you can substitute it with other cigarettes, I want you to be a chain smoker that consumes 5 packs a day by the end of the week."

"Now, for the crack." Mistress Zoe opened a folded aluminum foil. Inside of it was a white powder of coke. She then rolled a paper and handed it to 'Megan', "Snort it, I guaranteed this one even feels much better than the cigar."

The smoke-addicted 'Megan' was tempted to try the new experience after the previous cigar that she avoided in both of her memories was so good. She didn't resist Mistress Zoe's command to snort the crack.

The crack was proven to be stronger than the recreational pill Professor Markus gave her. She gritted her teeth, but she couldn't hold on to her consciousness, her vision was swirly, she even didn't realize that she lost control of her bladder and pissed her bowl out. The crack shutdown 30% of Erika's brain cells.

[You use IQ-reducer ****.] 'Megan' currently didn't have any capabilities to care toward the mechanical woman voice that resounded inside her mind for the second time.

In the real world, a puddle of piss could also be seen below the chair Erika sat on. Similar to her avatar, Erika was no longer in control of her bladder. But it wasn't only Erika that underwent the experience; the Big Master shifted his attention to another monitor. He could see the similar mess happening to the real Megan Ford.

"Well, she took a wrong decision because of her memories as a cheerleader, should have run away from that place."

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Back in the virtual world.

"Good girl…" Mistress Zoe praised.

"That was heavenly, right?"

'Megan' nodded to the green-haired lady's question.

"This too, will not come free next time."

"You was late today, so you probably didn't hear it, I had decided to lend your girls to strip club and brothel downtown tonight."

"You do well enough tonight, and you will taste the same heavenly **** again, you understand, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, you need to go to Sloppy Rabbit club tonight, dress in the sluttiest outfit you got, and cake your face with whorish makeup, I don't want people to recognize you as anything but whore."

---

'Megan' successfully borrowed some of the cheerleader's spare clothes and back to her apartment with nothing big happening. Her mind was slightly cleared from the crack effect and processed the entire thing that happened. She was ashamed of herself that she has fallen to the pit of cigarettes and coke, but then she fetched the cigarettes pack she bought on the way home. She lighted one to ease her anxious mind. With her oral fixation and now she was a heavy smoker, her mouth really couldn't stand being empty.

Should she continue with Mistress Zoe's order? 'Megan' knew that this would be a big decision on her life whether she would fall deeper into this chasm of addiction and be on Mistress Zoe's beck and call or she could retain her freedom but be deprived of those heavenly experiences. Unfortunately, with the crack reducing her IQ and thought capabilities, even with her mustering all the logical capabilities she could still use, her decision was made with simple and hasty consideration.

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'Megan' had arrived at Sloppy Rabbit dressed in her sluttiest wardrobe she could wear. A blue sequin crop tube top with red leather tight mini skirt that barely able to cover her pussy. If she bent over a little bit, her bare pussy would be for people's eyes to feast on. She wore several cheap bangles on her arm and a large plastic hoop on both of her ears. Her long auburn hair was styled in a ponytail. Her face was caked with red lipstick, pink blusher, and thick black eyeshadow. As Mistress Zoe ordered, People would not mistake her as anything but whore that works on Sloppy Rabbit tonight.

"I assume that you are one of Mistress Zoe's girls?." A tall black man in a pimp getup approached her.

"I guess yes." She answered nonchalantly.

"I don't see an enthusiast in your, whore like you should at least fake joy on your first trick." The pimp remarked.

"Anyway, follow me; I have a client waiting already."

---

The room was dim-lit; there were a man and another girl in the room, 'Megan' couldn't see the man appearances clearly because she was obstructed by a girl that currently gave the man sexy lapdance, 'Megan' was pretty familiar with the woman; it was Lisa 'Loosecunt' Wang, the Asian-American campus whore.

"Why was she also here!?" Asked 'Megan' to the pimp.

"The john wanted a double-teaming, she gonna be your partner this times."

"Me? Partnering with her???"

"Why the hate, bitch? I can't have you two fights because of a personal problem here, Loosecunt Wanker there was specifically requested by the client." 'Megan' could hear the pimp cursed quietly. The pimp then fetched something from his pocket. It was a folded aluminum foil.

"I will be generous this time because the client is important, snort that and you will forget your grudge from the time being."

'Megan' was happy to get her hand on the crack, she would get a double dosage when she was done with the gig.

"Fine, since you gave me this, I promise that I will do a good job here, boss."

"Good, I expect you don't mess this up, or else…" The pimp made a slicing motion on his neck. He then walked away from the room, leaving 'Megan' with Lisa and his client.

It was then Lisa stopped her lapdance as the man lifted her from his lap. 'Megan' could see his appearance clearly now. He was a mature Asian man in his early 50's. He found the man was strangely familiar but she didn't recall who he was yet.

"Oh, the second whore is finally here." The man was leering at Megan with a perverted grin.

"Baby, I want you two to perform the nastiest girl-on-girl action!" said the man.

He dropped his pant on the floor, 'Megan' could see his cock, it was hard but even with it being hard, it was barely or less than 5 inches. 'Megan' sneered on her mind.

"Yes, daddy, as you wish." Lisa walked toward Megan, her hips swayed sensually. She surprised her with a kiss on the lips. 'Megan' resisted her advance and pushed Lisa back.

"Come on, Dumbcunt, you don't want to make daddy disappointed with our performance." Lisa **** herself on 'Megan' again. This time, 'Megan' wasn't resisting and engaged in a hot kiss with her, their tongue danced with each other.

"Yes, I like this action between sister! More! I want more!" The pervert on the couch exclaimed while he stroking his cock.

It was when 'Megan' heard the man remark, the system cruelly release all the blocks of her memories.

Erika's pupil went dilated in shock, she remembered both of her memories and Megan's memories entirely. She struggled to release herself from Lisa's embrace.

"What's the hell wrong with you?" Lisa looked at Megan, clearly annoyed about what she did.

"Sis…"

No, the woman standing in front of her wasn't her sister!

"Hey girl, are you fine? I had paid a lot for this show; I will put a complaint to your boss if you keep acting like that!"

That man has the appearance of my father, but the way he acted wasn't similar at all, or was it?

Her mind was split apart and stitched with Megan's memories. Her brain integrating the two lives and the brainwashing system she was under helped her brain by erasing any conflicting detail.

She remembered that she went to a beauty salon with her sister and mom, there a mind-controlling mastermind behind the salon that brainwashes people, her family was probably captured by them as of now. But Erika wasn't feeling sad, she was the one that requested the evil mastermind to capture her family, she was jealous of her sister's achievement in law school. She wanted to destroy her own family. She giggled creepily.

Looking at the man that had the appearance of her father, she was feeling disgusted and repulsed, but somewhat feeling happy to see how pathetic he was. Even with her reduced logical thinking capabilities, she was still able to know that her mind was sick, a good thing she had the right medication for it.

"Sorry, 'daddy'…this slut daughter of yours was a bit sick on her head today, let me take my medication first, I promise to give you great show for you to jerk off, your small peepee is only good for jerking after all." Megan sneered; she then fetched the folded aluminum foil given by the pimp previously. She saw the same white dust just like what she used this afternoon, her ticket to euphoria.

All her worries were gone as her brain was reduced to simple thought as the coke entered her system; her logical thinking capabilities were reduced even further until what left is bitch in heat, she then pounced toward the woman who supposedly her sister, It was instinctual hate and desire to put her sister to her place, that of submissively below her.

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The machine stopped humming, the metal helmet was removed from the girl's head. There was no notable change on her body from the first time she was taken until the session end. So far the physical change, it was only her lips now sporting a cock-pillows lips. It was around half an hour later that the woman awoken from her unconsciousness. Her gaze was empty and dim. She was silent, unlike the first time she brought over here that she tried to argue to be set free.

A familiar woman entered her room. It was Zoe, the green-haired hairdresser. The girl in the chair finally showed some response, in her mind, the image of another green-haired girl overlaid on the current Zoe.

"Mistress! Mistress! Please give me the coke! " the girl was frantic, she wanted to rush to the green-haired woman but she was still shackled tight on the chair.

"Calm down, bitch!" The girl whimpered and the room turned silent once again. Zoe moved toward the girl.

"Tongue out!" the girl opened her mouth wide with her tongue out as commanded. Zoe traced her long black fingernail over her tongue before she put a small microchip on top of it. The microchip was stuck on the tongue like it had been pierced over it.

"I will undo your shackles, but you need to promise me that you will be obedience and follow all my command, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!'

Zoe pushed a button somewhere on the chair. The shackles that restrict the girl's movement were finally removed.

"Follow me, we need to work on your appearance, you had given me a lot of trouble, so we will go a bit ****." The girl followed behind her mistress quietly without uttering a word.

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Meanwhile, in the central control room of the building, a man in his late 20's observed all that happened in his building, this man was the big master. He was currently being serviced by another woman, a raven-haired MILF, dressed in a fetish librarian getup. Her tits were humongous compared to all other women under the big Master that the family had met.

"Master, what you want to do with Subject 4?" The 'sexy librarian' asked amidst her blowjob.

"Well, all her memories already transferred to Subject 3 and copied to our server for the game's scenario, she basically free real estate for me now, do you wanted to suggest something?"

The well-endowed cougar said something to her Master. The big Master grins got bigger. Megan would never expect such irony in life, that once, she was almost being a powerful piece in the master's plan but end up at the lowest pawn in the great schemes. Every player could potentially become thrown away pieces in the game of the devilish scientist.

TO BE CONTINUE?

Author notes:

Sorry, this comes quite late than the previous chapter, got some problem IRL, thankfully I still able to finish this piece.

This chapter 3 marks the finish of the main part of this story, well, there will be some short conclusion chapter and maybe some extra chapter focusing on other characters. You might think that the story was overreaching and not focusing on one method of mind control, this is because this story was just worldbuilding for other stories in this universe, I dub it “The In-captivity” universe.