Zarya: A Strange Dream (2)

'Well, that's not an option for me. I don't even have the liberty to speak, much more beat up this bully of a hag.'

Indeed, Zarya was frustrated. 

She wasn't the type to utter such insulting words. However, the matron's attitude was making the lady do it. Furthermore, Zarya wasn't the sort to resolve to violence. 

Be that as it may, the body whose mind she had possessed was too much of a pushover. Zarya might be on the neutral side, but she didn't like being under someone's heel. She knew her value as a person and wanted every single person she met to respect her boundaries. 

"And what is with your garment? Why is it so scanty and revealing? Do you perhaps plan to display your skin for pity?"

Yes, Zarya's body was riddled with scars that darkened over time. Although, underneath her dress were freshly inflicted wounds.