Save To Be A Slave

‘Sniff. Sniff.'

Mia gently pats her eyes with a clean handkerchief. She inhaled and sucked in a cold breath before being able to calm down slightly. Her eyes were reddened and red-rimmed, and her nose was pink—the same condition as the boys.

“I’ve never cried or let things out as much as I did tonight, but I won't deny that I feel good, guys. Do you?” Mia posed amidst hiccups before brushing all the red-rimmed boys in the room with a glance.

“Can't deny it works, but now I've got a massive headache.” They all croaked out with a wide grin and groaned.

“Alright guys, it's a lot better than I expected, so this will be the conclusion of our first performance,” Mia explained, and a resounding clap overtook the room for a few seconds.

Mia stood up after a few seconds of trying to restrain her emotions. “So guys, I present to you our next list for tonight's welcome party: doodling and letting out. This exercise involves doodling that person's name, cursing, shading, or writing a letter t