Yeah, it's explained later in the story. I may go with what Drak said and read 1984 before I begin writing. Funny thing is, even though they share no similarities, I came up with this idea whilst reading Eternal.

Anyway, thanks for the advice! 

It's as Endmaster said, a fascist state where any attempt of escape is punishable by death. The dictator (who nobody's actually seen) controls things from the background. The citizens are forced to wear collars, which reveal their location and kills them if they're suspected of treason or any other severe crime(s). You play as a 13 year old girl, who's family is executed simply because they did not pay their taxes. She manages to escape, but is constantly found because of the collar. She manages to take it off later in the story.
Basically, I'm trying to give the reader a sense of hopelessness...like there's no escape and no chance of overthrowing the oppressors. 

That's the basic plot, can't really say anything else without revealing spoilers.

I'm currently working on a story based around a large dystopian society. I spent a long time thinking up some harsh but realistic rules, and after hours of nothing, I figured I would come to you all for help. So, if you were an intelligent but sinister dictator, what laws would you put in place?

If you can't even come up with your own plot, how do you expect to write a good story? Get inspired. Read works from JJJ-thebanisher, Endmaster, and BerkaZerka. Listen to music. Go for a walk. Maybe it's just me, but I always seem to create better stories when I actually spend time thinking of my own plot. The story just doesn't feel like mine if I use someone elses idea.

Not really. Even though all STDs are preceeded by STIs, not all STIs result in the development of STDs.

Then the door will burst open and a masked man will storm through. Your sister will make an attempt to escape but will trip over the Hello Kitty blanket which she stupidly left on the floor. She will scream, but unfortunately, her neighbors will be too busy participating in the chaos to help. Mousepaw will later come home, and she'll be greeted by the sight of her sister's horribly mutilated corpse.

R.I.P - Mousepaw's sister

Please refrain from searching through my internet history, my room, or just anything in general that may belong to me. Remember, I'll haunt you if you do. Thanks and goodbye!