woman's hands Prologue
In this world, women don't matter. In this world, men are the superior race. They rule everything and everyone. Young women, like myself, have rules. We have only one person we are allowed to fall in love with. If we choice not to, they end our lives. There is no happiness in this world, only the Mission. The Mission is what rules us, treats us like an army of citizens rather then people. Each person recieves there personal mission in this world when they turn 18. I turn 18 in three onths, but I already know my mission. Whether the Mission likes it or not, my purpose is to restore the world we once lived in with my bare hands.
Author's Note:
is this awful? i kindas just pulled it out of my butt because i was bored. fave/follow/comment !
woman's hands
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