The toilets

PC Connors left the remainder of his pint on the bar and scanned the room for the figure he had seen. He saw someone slipping into the toilets and headed in that direction. He burst through the door and into the black-tiled room, his baton in his hand.

The room echoed with the bang of the door, the steel urinals gleaming in the light and standing out against the black tiles. From where he stood, the room was empty, though he could not see inside the three cubicles to his left.

Slowly the officer moved so he could see inside each one - and each was empty. Connors was confused and suddenly a sharp pain in his stomach made him bend over. He dropped his baton and grabbed his stomach with both hands. He twisted, nearly falling and held himself up on one of the sinks. He looked into the mirror and saw his face flushed, his pristine hair straggling out from under the brim of his cap.

Another cramp hit him and he cried out, a wordless shuddering cry that made him sound like an animal. He rubbed his hand across his head, his cap falling to the floor. As he looked into the mirror, he saw his hair straggling and lank, sweat pouring from every pore on his head and face. As he watched a figure emerged from the darkness behind him. He tried to turn around but could not bring himself to do so, he looked at the figure but it seemed to be made of shadow and he could discern no features. As the figure stood right behind him, he tried to cry out, but couldn't make anything over a croak.

A deep, gravelly voice spoke from the figure behind him

"Shhhh! No more noise, no more speech, nothing but grunts."

Connors tried to yell but only a grunt came out. As he opened his mouth further to yell, shadowy hands appeared over his shoulder and wrapped themselves around his mouth. He felt something push inside his mouth and when the hands moved away, he could see himself wearing a black rubber ball gag which the hands then locked in place behind his head. He immediately reached up behind his head to remove the gag, but the hands grabbed his wrists and pressed them down in front of him pushing each one against a tap. As they touched the tap, handcuffs similar to his own sprang out and secured his wrists in place.

"MPPPHHHH!"

Connors struggled and writhed as he felt the figure move up close behind him, the shadowy hands running over his uniformed body.

"Mmmmm. A big greedy pig. Let us see how much of a pig you can be."