Inject you with a syringe

You hold up you hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t...”

“You didn’t think, did you?” James says. From his jacket pocket he pulls out a syringe with a neon pink liquid in it.

“Woah! Hold on a sec-“ you manage to say before he jams the string into your neck.

“Fuck!” You shout.

James pulls the string out, drops of pink goo dripping from the tip. “Don’t worry. That’s the easy part.”