"No...I'm tired...how about you work and i whip you all day!" I hissed throwing down my tool. The man glared at me, whipping me again.
"I rather die then take this anymore!" I counted, and hit him right in the face, a perfect punch. Duma ran to me holding me back. His eyes had one emotion, fear. Was it for me for punching that guy?
"Hey she is getting away!" the men yelled about to run after me. "Fool...she won't live out there."