“120” Dylan called while walking into the field. He wore khaki shorts and a white T-shirt. His muscles flexed as he walked and his jaw ticked while his fist clenched and unclenched. Nobody had ever been this bold before and he was getting impatient to find this girl who had him riled up so badly.
“I’m here” The line of slaves parted revealing 120. Her thick raven black hair was braided on one side while the unbraided part fell on her shoulder. Her skin glistened with sweat. She moved slowly through the path the slaves created. Her bold steps were unwavering under Dylan’s unnerving stare. She stopped directly in front of Dylan, staring him square in the eye before making to speak. “I… went out for some air,” She said. “You went out for some air? With whose permission, slave?” He spat, disgust dripping from his tone.
“I am no slave. Just a girl you’ve held against her will”. Loud gasps of shock were heard as all the slaves were surprised. “And, I have a name. My name is Vivien not 120’ She stated with her head held high.