“And this little piggy cried…” I proclaimed.
“AHHHHHHHHHH,” the man screamed in pain.
“…all the way home. You’re not going to talk to me, are you?” I asked.
The man closed his eyes tight and shook his head quickly.
“Cross your heart?”
He nodded, his lips beginning to quiver.
“Hope to die?”
He nodded again, his breathes becoming heavy, hyperventilating.
I sighed and took the needle from my pocket.