Kneel (#MyHandmaidsTale)
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Complete, First published Jun 12, 2017
Mature
In a reality where women's rights movements never truly manifested, being feminine is like being a dog. You are expected to submit and obey. But, what if you aren't willing to do so? Kyla Hraven is one of these people. She has broken one of the most important laws of men: the utter obedience and submission of anyone of female birth, and those who have committed acts befitting a female. In particular, she has been discovered as one of the many people part of the resistance group, which looks to try and inspire a revolt of this gender-based government. Therefore, she must face the ultimate punishment. The Violation ceremony. She has been forced to watch many of her friends undergo this horrifying ceremony, in which many people often pay to participate in the indignifying events upon which those that break the law are forced to undergo. However, right before the violation ceremony, these criminals are offered the chance to renounce their ways and take up roles in society that befits their feminine traits. The question remains: when it comes time for Kyla to face her so-called punishment, can she remain defiant? Or will she finally submit to the whims of men, and kneel?

This story was created for the #MyHandmaid'sTale competition on Wattpad. This story is also rated R because of the content that it depicts.
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