This Little Piggy

Barnes likes his kicks cheap and sordid, he likes his vices even cheaper. It’s just another normal day when he sneaks into an alley to have a street skank blow him. Next thing he knows he’s tied to a wheelchair while a psycho maniac plays This Little Piggy with his toes.

In a nightmarish unraveling of time merging into pain induced trauma, he’s beyond caring. Pig Face becomes his interrogator, demanding he unlock his chest of secrets to let Pandora’s guts spill out to soil the floor. His soul is black, and so dark he’d forgotten all the things he’d done.

This time there is no escaping the confessional, his judgment is final and absolute.