The dark was unbearable, stuffed in between thick cylinders you couldnt see, unable to move at all almost like you didnt have the parts you were trying to move anymore. *kerchunk* your prison slammed in one direction, you could now hear faint noises from outside, *kerchunk* you slammed forwards again, the sound from outside now clear, voices. After a while of listening you figured out you were in a shop, you were now in a panick as you also knew why you couldnt move, you were no longer a person, you were a single cigarrete in a pack on the covered shelf behind the tills. About an hour after coming to this realisation you heard another customer come to the till as they did all day, "20 malboro gold please" the young sounding voice female voice said, *kerchunk* your row of packs moved forwards, you now knew what brand you were.

As time went by plenty happened for you to listen to and feel, a group of guys came in, your row moved a few times, you were not taken yet, one of the guys came baqck moments later to replace his pink lighter for a different colour. Later a girl bought cigarrettes and right as she payed remembered she needed a lighter too. After another couple of hours, and your row jerking forward twice more the shop seemed to shut, a loud metalic noise followed by complete silence signaled the end of the day, you fell asleep, or whatever the cigarrette equivelant was, after half an hour of the store being locked up.

You were shaken awake by your row slamming forwards again, you had slept through opening and the shop was already loud, so probably busy. You heard a woman who you heard identify herself as ayla offer gum to the cashier, then a womanz voice spoke, "20 malboro gold please, and emm, a lightah too" the voice had a hint of an enhlish accent, jarring compared to the mostly scottish voices you had heard all of yesterday. Suddenly your pack moved, but not forwards with a slam, but instead it tilted forwards, the rocketed upwards, *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *BEEP* you were the last item scanned, the loud beep hurting your hearing, the woman payed by card then your whole world was thrown into chaos as she lifted your pack. You guessed she had grabbed it and threw it in some kind of bag, big enough for you to bounce around in. The woman mist have walked for 15 minutes before your pack was violently jerked upwards. You heard plastic rustle then a feint pop of a cardboard seal breaking, suddenly light blasted in above you as the womans fingers spread the foil, you saw your owner for the first time, staring in at you. She was blonde, and not yoinge, you figured she was maybe in her early 40s, she was attractive however, with a dominant expression on her face as her hand began to pinch around for a cigarrette. The one next to you on the right was grabbed, her finher brushing against you, it was pulled upwards, sliding off of you as it went, you had a great view of its journey to her mouth, she slipped it inbetween her lips the brought a lighter up towards it, thats when the realisation hit you, this woman was going to light you on fire to satisfy herself for a few hours, before forgetting about you forever. She lit the cigarrete, the end now glowing orange as a small stream of smoke seeped out of it, she inhaled, stopping the smoke, then a massive billow eminated from her lips as she exhaled. You heard a hiss and the snapping of plastic, then her fingers grasped the cigarrete removing it from her mouth a bottle was brought up to replace it, as she poured the brown liquid into her mouth, jer throat moved to swallow, she was realy putting on a show unaware you were even there. She finished drinking and closed the bottle, slamming it onto the table you were sitting on, causing the pack to fall over, the last thing you saw was the cig beimg brought back to her mouth. Afterva few minutes you saw the cigarrette, now only a small smoking stub between her elegant fingers, she brought it towards the glass ash tray in the middle of the table, shoving its end dep into the old ashes still there from countless other cigarrettes, beginging to rotate it, ripping apart the end spilling burnt paper and tobacco out the side as the remains of the cigarrette were destroyed by her forceful movements. Her hand then released the cigarrette butt, leaving it in the tray, the hand now moved towards you, it grabbed your pack and began closing the kid, sealing you back in darkness before you were tossed back into the bag, ready to be available to her whenever she wanted.

Your box shook as your owner walked, the gap left by the cigarrete she had just had meant there was room to rattle about inside the pack. After a long 20 minute walk she arrived home, your pack was bashed away as she grabbed her keys, eventually the movement died as she placed her bag down, but very quickly you were flying upwards as she grabbed the pack, not being gentle about it she opened the lid, hee fingers quicly began grasping in to collect her next cigarrete. For a moment you felt her grip begin wraping around your end, as she began to pull you out to your unavoidable death she let go, dropping you back in as she opened the door, just as quickly as her fingers left they returned, but this time missing you by millimeters, instead grabbing the cigarrete leaning against you and pulling, this time taking it all the way up out of the pack, almost immediately however, your pack was jolted away from her, her face replaced by that of a younger woman, probably in her late 20s, her hand quicly grasped a cigarrete from your pack at the other end, again you were jolted by the holder thrusting your pack to someone else, a young male this time, tipping the pack on its side and tapping, you and 2 other cigarretes came out into his palm. Immediately you panicked, looking at the group there were 5, there was your original owner, already smoking, the woman who just had your pack, in the process of lighting hers, the guy currently holding you and 2 other young males, neither of wich were smoking...yet.

"Ah perfect, thanks mel" the man holding you said, passing your packet back to your owner. Immediately his other hand grabbed one of the other 2 cigs on his hand and lifted it to his mouth, the hand holding you then thrust towards the other 2 guys, only one of their hands reached out, grabbing the last cogarrete on the guys hand, leaving just you there. "Hey, hayley, took you long enough, here" quickly you were thrust towards a 20 something blonde who clearly kept fit, except for the lighter sticking out of her leggings waist band you wouldnymt know she smoked. Her manecured fingers pinched you roughly before shiving you harshley between her wet lipsticked lips. Before she had a lighter in her hand your original owner, mel, had turned and began walking away, not caring about the position she had left you in. While distracted hayley had her lighter lit and was bringing it towards you fast, as soon as the flame began to lick against you you couldnt think, or breath. Hayley inhaled, the pain shot backwards as you were ignited fully, hot smoke billowed from her nose above you as your end began to smolder and drop off in clumpz, consumed by the flames. After a few minutes of accute overwhelming pain, hayley your blonde new owner decided  you were finished, to you, only your head between her lips was ledt to feel the pain of being smoked, your lower body had all been burnet and flicked off or blown away as smoke by hayley. Suddenly you were falling, past her clevage, past her exposed belly, past her magnificent legs before you crashed harshley onto the cold concrete beside hayleys massive vans trainers, one of which was rapidly moving over you, the shadow engulfed your position and quickly, hayleys brown sle was in contact, a split second later, you were dead, hayleys shoe split your remains in half before she twisted her foot a few times, as she began to walk away, peices of you remained in the treads of her shoe, only falling out as she wiped her feet on the way into her building.