"Aww," Brent frowns in mock sympathy "Can't the perfect little rich boy's clean little lungs stand my big bad breath?"
With that, he reaches inside his thick leather jacket and pulls out a packet of giant cigarettes. Drawing one out with his lips, he flicks his lighter and the huge flame fires up before you. The gigantic badboy takes a drag of his cigarette and holds his breath, drawing you so close to his huge, pink lips that you could touch the stubble on his chin. Then he blows the toxic white smoke directly into your face -- A huge, long breathful that fills your lungs to the max, violates your sense of smell and taste. It leaves you gasping for air, eyes bulging, tears streaming down your face, certain that you will choke to death right now and be exterminated by the man's foul-smelling breath.
But, somehow, you eventually regain your breath, though slowly and painfully, and you're left limp and exhausted in Brent's hand as he chuckles heartily at his handiwork. He tosses the cigarette butt out of the window and grins down at you. "I think you and me are gonna have some fun, pipsqueak." And with that he lowers you down and drops you into..
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