"Oh, perfect, because I didn't already lose enough already!" I shout. I poked at my nose. It wasn't broken, well it didn't feel it, but damn he hit me hard! I was gushing! "If you're working for who I think you're working for, I'm not going back. I've gone too far!" I say, looking out the window. A firetruck sped past. I rubbed my chin a bit, thinking of what else I could do to the men who trapped me in a basement for five years. Make them suffer as much as I did. During my chin rubbing, I noticed that when I was hit, my cigarette fell to the floor and was stomped out by one of the men. I reached into my hoodie, pulled out another cigarette and began smoking, slowly filling the vehicle with the oddly colored smoke.