The pig was crying again. He’d been at it half the night. Fucking tiring’s what it was. With a grunt, Haran surged up and swung his hands over the top bunk, grabbing the fat man and dragging him off and on to the floor. He landed with a fleshy thump, and the crying got louder.

“Would you shut up, you little shit.”

He kicked him in the gut to make it clear just how serious he was. The pig rolled over onto his back, gazing up at him through red-rimmed eyes. He shook his head, mouth flapping like a fish, trying to speak but only managing to blub instead. He shook his head, spat on him, then sat on his bunk. This guy was a policeman? How the hell had he handled, like, anything in his job? How had he got himself in here? They said he was a cop-killer, but god only knows how.

Haran grinned as the fat man rolled into his side and struggled to sit up, still gasping and panting. Fucking pathetic is what it was. Finally the piggy got upright and shoved himself across the floor, away from Haran, until he bumped against the far wall and sat there, hugging himself. Haran stood and he quivered, putting his hands over his head. He chuckled, then sat back down again.

“Are you gonna stop crying now, little piggy?”

His whole body was shaking when he replied.

“I’ll try, really, I will, just, please, stop, stop hurting me!”

He burst into tears again and Haran sighed, shaking his head.

“You don’t get it, which is strange for a pig. Why should I stop hurting you? Your arse is nice and tight and you’ve got nothing else to give.”

He gave him a broad smile, then stood up again. The pig’s face went pale, then he waved his hands frantically in front of his face.

“Wait, wait, stop, I have got something, I have.”

Haran paused, then watched as the fat man scrambled up and reached up onto is bunk, then triumphantly pulled a book from under his pillow. He started to laugh as it was shoved in his face, then stopped abruptly, enjoying the look of terror on the fat man’s face. He raised an eyebrow, looking at the book, then at the man’s scared, tight eyes. He spoke slowly, like he was talking to a child.

“I thought, you said, you had something.”

The man looked at him blankly, then at the book, then nodded furiously.

“I do, I do, I mean, this is it, this is amazing.”

He stretched out the last word, putting everything into it. Haran snatched the book from him and leafed through it, then tossed it behind him onto his bunk.

“Amazing. Really?”

“Really, it tells the future, it tells your future.”

He raised the eyebrow again, then lashed out, his fist slamming into the puffy bit above pig boy’s eye. He went down and he grabbed him, throwing him face first onto the bunk.

Next Installment, Thursday 25th July