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Mother had always raised a prideful child. And pride was one of the seven deadly sins, though it had not lead her to the stake yet. Instead, it seemed it was leading her to something that was far worse than death -- the loss of pride. Maxine had always been far too prideful and above the law. It had been only a part of her personality to turn people down. She was above them, in her mind.
And that had been a grave mistake to make, to believe that a woman could ever be greater than a man. She owed him her everything, because men were the providers of the nation. They were the ones that ruled the world and were the businessmen, did the jobs that no one else wanted to. Women's place in the world was to serve the man.
She had failed at her place in the world and had gained herself a new one.
They came for her in the middle of the night. She had been comfortable in her bed when her front door was kicked in, the sound of wood splintering and the door frame cracking frightening her from otherwise peaceful sleep. Her kidnappers were silent as they moved through her house, kicking in doors until they found her in her bed, curled up beneath her blankets as if they would protect her. They drug her from her bed, screaming so loud that she could see the neighbor's lights turn on in their homes.
A wet rag was pressed over her mouth and nose, the noxious odors of the chemicals suffocating her into a fitful and drug-induced sleep. Her body went limp, making their job a much easier one. While she slept, they prepped her for her punishment, stripping her of clothing as they set up the stage in the courtyard.
Max woke to the morning light, groggy and confused at first, but soon coming to understanding the world around her. Even in her still cloudy mind, it wasn't hard to see that things were not good. Rough hands drug her from the vehicle that had been storing her, forcing her to a strange bar on the ground. The men were silent as they shoved her down onto her knees, kicking her legs apart so that they were spread and bending her over the suspended bar. It was just at hip-height, preventing her from laying flat.
Her hands were secured in front of her, hand-cuffed to the ground. Max was efficiently stripped of her ability to move, but she still had the ability to speak, crying out for help as her captors read her offense out to the slowly gathering crowd of curious on-lookers. She didn't catch much, but she caught the end: "... And in the case of Maxine Fletcher, we have found her guilty of ill behavior towards a man. In punishment for being a bitch, she will be bred like one."
And that had been a grave mistake to make, to believe that a woman could ever be greater than a man. She owed him her everything, because men were the providers of the nation. They were the ones that ruled the world and were the businessmen, did the jobs that no one else wanted to. Women's place in the world was to serve the man.
She had failed at her place in the world and had gained herself a new one.
They came for her in the middle of the night. She had been comfortable in her bed when her front door was kicked in, the sound of wood splintering and the door frame cracking frightening her from otherwise peaceful sleep. Her kidnappers were silent as they moved through her house, kicking in doors until they found her in her bed, curled up beneath her blankets as if they would protect her. They drug her from her bed, screaming so loud that she could see the neighbor's lights turn on in their homes.
A wet rag was pressed over her mouth and nose, the noxious odors of the chemicals suffocating her into a fitful and drug-induced sleep. Her body went limp, making their job a much easier one. While she slept, they prepped her for her punishment, stripping her of clothing as they set up the stage in the courtyard.
Max woke to the morning light, groggy and confused at first, but soon coming to understanding the world around her. Even in her still cloudy mind, it wasn't hard to see that things were not good. Rough hands drug her from the vehicle that had been storing her, forcing her to a strange bar on the ground. The men were silent as they shoved her down onto her knees, kicking her legs apart so that they were spread and bending her over the suspended bar. It was just at hip-height, preventing her from laying flat.
Her hands were secured in front of her, hand-cuffed to the ground. Max was efficiently stripped of her ability to move, but she still had the ability to speak, crying out for help as her captors read her offense out to the slowly gathering crowd of curious on-lookers. She didn't catch much, but she caught the end: "... And in the case of Maxine Fletcher, we have found her guilty of ill behavior towards a man. In punishment for being a bitch, she will be bred like one."