Abigail Shapiro, 28 year old social influencer

******Abigail Shapiro is a real social influencer, if you prefer not to read about a “anti-fan fiction” about a real person, refrain from continuing reading. I am a woman myself and I haaaate it when people tell me how to be a woman more properly.

******Moreover, it is recommended to read this after reading Amelia’s branch first since this story is a continuation of Amelia’s stroyline.

Abigail Shapiro is the kind of person that has thousands of thousands of dislikes all of her Youtube videos and will keep posting the same shit with a big smile on her face nonetheless trying to force her opinions on others. Despite being a rather pretty young lady with an adorable pair of eyes and a slender figure curvy in the right places, she would constantly “classify” herself as a “Conservative woman” and would keep spouting things like “women need to be beautiful rather than sexy” and “Conservative women needs a community because we have it harder than conservative men”. The fact that she is an attractive upper middle class white female, and still whines about being one is beyond astonishing.

“That is why we must stick together and safeguard this community!” Shapiro is standing in the middle of a circle of women, which is part of her “Conservative women” community. Amelia almost lets out a laughter.

Amelia has been in the club for months and she is now allowed to step out of the club. She is completely a property of the club now, her body and her trained mind. She is tasked with introducing the “Willing Dolls” club with potential customers. The circle that she is a part of right now definitely constitutes no masochist women for sure. But a challenge is a challenge, and more importantly Amelia wishes to see this haughty noisy bitch weep while surrounded by unforgiving cocks.

“Shitty food, shitty place, so that’s where all the trust funds went into, what a toxic imbecile.” Amelia scans around the modest environment and thinks.

“Amelia, are you ok? You seem troubled, been thinking about it again?” Abigail notices Amelia’s mind slipping away and calls her. Amelia petitioned to participate this event, and all it took for her to being accepted by Abigail Shapiro herself is saying in her resume that “I was raped by men and would like a place to vent and share my feelings”.

“Stupid cunt.” Amelia cusses in her heart but says with a genuine smile, “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Thanks for caring Abigail!”

In the last 15 minutes Shapiro has been going over the same thing that she talked about in her horrendous Youtube videos: how to dress conservatively on beaches and how to appear beautiful instead of sexy, while all this time Abigail herself is pacing around in her short jean skirt and a pair of sandals like some hypocritical bimbo.

“Alright, that concludes the event for today, you guys have a nice day and see you next time!” Abigail calps her hands and says. It’s been two hours of people listening to this bitch talk about how she thinks women should behave, even the real conservative women themselves are starting to get pissed off.

“What a waste of time and taxpayer money. But it ends today, you braindead cunt.” Amelia grins and gets ready to execute the club’s plan.

Almost everyone has left the room, but Amelia stays in her seat with her head lowered.

“Amelia? The session is over.” Abigail’s tone is less warm than before.

Amelia puts on her act and starts weeping, she covers her face with her both hands, tears seeping out between her fingers.

Amelia begins unbuttoning her shirt, and her battered skin with whip marks and bruises from the goons in the club is uncovered. The marks look fresh.

“Oh my god! What happened to you? Do you need my help?” Abigail’s tone suddenly warms up again as she almost fervently comes close to pat on Amelia’s shoulder.

“Hypocrite cunt.” Amelia thinks.

“Can…Can I invite you over to my house? I…really wanna share something with you…” Amelia weeps.

“Of course, of course. Anything you need, sister.” Abigail helps Amelia outside as Amelia hops onto the driver’s seat, with Shapiro sitting right by her side. She drives the car onto the hill overlooking the city and stops by a lone mansion by the woods.

“Wow…” Abigail exclaimed quietly as if she did not expect Amelia to be this rich. But she is right tho, Amelia isn’t rich and this isn’t her house. But Abigail didn’t know that she is about to be punished for being a whiny noisy bitch by the gentlemen in the “Willing Dolls” club.