No

“If you’re not willing to comply, then neither am I,” Me says. “I’ll **** your toes instead.”

The manacles begin to raise again, and then higher still, pulling you off your feet, until you’re hanging in the air above Me.

You look down and see her taking what looks like a fancy screwdriver out of her pocket and lifting it towards your foot.

"I remember this rhyme from when I was a child, though it's got sanitized over time," Me tells you, as she grabs hold of your left foot.

“This little piggy had a sharp prick,” she says, as she stabs your big toe with the device. You yell and try and drag your foot away, but Me has too strong a grasp on it.

"This little piggy flayed to bone," she continues, as you scream in pain, while the device burns off a layer of your skin. You smell the smell of burning flesh, and writhe around, but Me makes sure your foot doesn't escape her.

"This little piggy was roasted," she says, and you soon forget the heat from the burning skin, as your middle toe feels like it's being microwaved to hotter than you could ever imagine. Me ignores your screams, as she continues with her rhyme.

"This little piggy was stunned." You feel the next toe go numb, all feeling gone to it, and you wonder if she's removed it, but looking down, you see it's still there.

"And this little piggy cried 'Eeeeeeeeeeee!' all the way home," she concludes, as she unloads an electrical charge into your little toe, making your whole body dance with pain. You cry 'Eeeeeeeeeeee!' too, which appears to make Me happy.

"You should thank Me," says Me. "I know some far scarier nursery rhymes."