A man in his late twenties turned to Tia, "I told you to stop going against him." He and the others were worried their leader might punish Tia severely.
Tia's face softened when she faced others. "I am not his slave." She shrugged despite knowing she had seen their leader amputating the limbs of a rebelling man once.
"But..."
Tia cut in as she grabbed her blazer from her chair, "I will come."
Tia wore the slim-fit formal blazer on her plain T-shirt as she walked out of the room. Instead of a pretty dress, she was in jeans and a simple t-shirt. Tying her hair up in a ponytail, she had left her face free from any makeup other than lip balm. If Tia is a pretty, delicate, soft-spoken girl at the flower shop, this side was sharp-tongued, tough, and daring.
