1. Defiance

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Paesyn adjusts the rifle strap on her shoulder as she leans on a post to the stables. She glares daggers into a few Saviors who dare make eye contact with her.

As boring as it is to watch grown men stand in a cage for hours, it's fulfilling to know that these men are trapped and are being somewhat punished for what they've done. Paesyn would've preferred execution, but these are prisoners of war.

We need them, she internally concedes.

A somewhat less evil-looking Savior walks up to Paesyn's side of the fence. His soft expression contrasts the hard and menacing ones of his comrades.

He leans on one of the posts of the pen and calls out, "Hey, think I could get some water?"

Paesyn pretends to not hear his silly request. These men killed her father and others close to her. She didn't want anything to do with them. As Paesyn couldn't call a firing squad on them, she instead settled on ignoring them.

"Hey!" he calls again.

Paesyn scowls while inspecting anywhere but where he was, "No."

"You didn't even consider it," The Savior points out.

Paesyn nods, "I know."

The man nods as if in understanding of the situation and turns away. He goes to the other side of the pen, stops, and stares at her. His staring was more for observation than of anything else. From the second he saw her, he saw she was hurt. And she was still hurting.

The girl can't help but feel her face burn when the man stares at her. His civil countenance makes her blood boil and those eyes of his burning into her make her want to scream. Paesyn wanted every bit of satisfaction from watching Saviors suffer. But that one Savior doesn't seem to show any contempt.

She clenches and unclenches her fists, only stopping when her hands were numb and dimpled with crescent-shaped dents.

Maggie had recommended that Paesyn should find a healthy way of releasing anger. But Paesyn prefers to bottle it up until she can't fight the urge to stab something.

It's not until hours later when a shift change is made that the savior looks away from her direction.

Paesyn hands off the rifle and marches toward the mansion to see Maggie.

The brunette trudges up the stairs and into Maggie's office.

She plops into the chair across from Maggie's desk, "Some of those Saviors are getting a little mouthy."

Maggie hums in response. "What do you want me to do about it?" the leader never takes her attention away from her previous focus.

Paesyn rests her head on the back of the chair, "I don't know. I just know I don't want to play babysitter anymore."

The door opens and Dianne appears. "Gregory wants to speak with you. He won't stop askin'," she nods.

Maggie lets out a sigh and stands. Paesyn follows her to the pen. The brunette, even though she can't stand being around the pen full of Saviors, is too nosy to not watch this.

Maggie leads the way outside. She stomps over to the pen.

Gregory pats his empty coat pocket, "Margaret. Thank you for speaking with me—"

"What do you want, Gregory?" Maggie interrupts with a deadpan expression.

"I know we haven't exactly seen eye-to-eye on anything. Loyalties have been questioned, fingers have been pointed..."

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