You could feel Hirsch lumbering as his pocket would squeeze and release on the cigarette pack that was now your prison. You used to enjoy the occasional cigarette, but you never thought you'd find yourself in this situation. As you tried to take it all in, you heard a door slam, and could barely hear Hirsch talking to someone. You guess it was his secretary.
You felt Hirsch remove the pack from his pocket, and you could tell he laid it down. Maybe a chance for escape? Not likely - even if you got out of the cigarette box, where would you go? You were no doubt sitting on a desk or a table, and the fall to the floor would surely kill you.
The pack opened and Hirsch's big fingers fished out a cigarette. You heard the light snap, and then he spoke.
"Come out, tiny."
You slowly climbed out of the box. You were on Hirsch's desk. He was leaned back in his chair - you could barely see his face over his behemoth belly. He slowly reached his hand for you. You started to run, but realized it was no use. His hand clasped around your entire body.
"Do you feel that, tiny? I own you. You're nothing. I can merely place you in my hand and the world can't see you. How does that make you feel?"
He slowly opened his hand. You were inches from his face. Before you could speak he opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of smoke on you.
"Let me show you how unnoticeable you are, tiny," Hirsch said. He placed a fresh cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He placed you on top of the dangling cigarette and got up ou of his chair. As he wobbled to his office door, you held on for dear life. He walked out of his office and towards his secretary.
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