• The beating of my heart seems to blow my cover as I stand beside the open door, I catch the glimpse of fallen objects. Suddenly I feel a heavy blow against my ribs. Collapsing against the door way I know my life is in grave danger, the need to breath overwhelms me. Strong hands hold me down as a alcohol ridden cloth is forced upon my mouth. Blackness welcomes me as I am enveloped in a deep heavy sleep.