"Hey... before you go, can you help me smoke a cigarette? Those cuffs aren't really helpful with that." You heard him saying as you were about to walk away. His hands were tied with handcuffs, even if he was still behind the bars, because he tried escaping again.

He, almost innocently, smiled at you, and you sighed, taking a cigarette out of its packet and placing it in between his lips. The things you do as this man's right hand...