Mark Brooke | 10.10.2015

Smoke from a lighted cigarette clouds Mark's eyes, making them water. He rubs his eyes, coughs a little while Dell harshly pats his back.

It is yet another night and Daniel had yet another challenge for him to do.

"You ok?" Dax questions.

"I'm fine."

Daniel pulls in a long drag before tossing the rest to Dax. Dax swiftly catches the cigarette between his forefinger and middle finger.

"Here Mark, this one's for ya," Daniel gives him an unlit cigarette with a lighted match.

Mark touches the cigarette with the match. It lights up instantly.

He holds it between his forefinger and middle finger, before taking in a drag.

Something inside him comes undone. He knows that finally, his soul has been ruined.