I stood outside smoking my last smoke. I knew it would be awhile before i can get another smoke but i knew i need it now. I was making a sale on a transport. A lady who wants her son to come home from Mexico. For me i don’t care if the kid comes home alive or dead its all about the money. When night came i heard a knock on my door i wasn’t expecting no one not at this time. I grabbed my thirty two from the night stand quietly but steading walked to the door way. I peaked out in the peep hole i saw no one. I unlocked the door to check out the lot but couldn’t see nor hear no one i went back into my room i locked the door and went to lay in my bed. I passed out by twelve the thing that woke me up was the cloth on my mouth. All i could see from the point of my hotel is me being dragged in a duffel bag i passed out and woke up hanging upside down in a bathroom. I could see a man moving back and forward. He came in with a knife. He put the cold iron on my neck i felt it slitting my throat.