Getting a new name

Despite your struggles, the far stronger set of black men manages to drag you out by your arms. You flail about with your arms and legs as you're dragged across the dirt towards the camp fire, but you're so weak compared to them that they can probably hardly even feel it. Once you're near the camp fire the men throw you to the ground and they all circle around you.

"Alright listen here, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I guarantee you won't like the hard way." Darius threatens.

"No please! Don't do this!" Tears are now flowing from your eyes, causing your mascara to run down your face.

"Fine then, hard way it is. Marcus, get me my knife. Time for this bitch to lose some fingers."

"No wait! Ok! I'll do what you want. Please just don't hurt me."

"Oh we're definitely going to hurt you, but you'll learn to love the pain, eventually. However, if you do exactly as you're told, and I mean exactly, then things will go much better for you, I promise."

"Ok. I'll do what you tell me." You say now, calming down a little and resigning to your fate.

"Attagirl. See, what did I tell you boys, servitude just comes naturally to these white bitches."

The other men in the group laugh.

"Alright now uhhh... wait. I don't think I ever even asked you your name. How rude of me."

"Nora." *Sob* "My name is Nora."

"That's a lovely name Nora. Unfortunately I'm not very good at remembering names so how about I give you one that you will remember. Hmmm... How about... Snowbunny. Yeah, you look like you could be a snowbunny. And we can call you bunny for short. What do you think of that?"

You look back up at Darius, confused and frightened.

"Umm... It's ok... *sniff* I guess."