The interrogator took hold of another finger before the pain from the first had even properly settled.
Lucas's body tensed immediately against the restraints, instinctively trying to pull away despite knowing there was nowhere to go, his breathing already rough from the previous agony as blood continued dripping slowly from the exposed fingertip.
The metal tool slid beneath the second nail.
Lucas's jaw locked hard enough that the muscles along his face visibly tightened.
The interrogator watched him calmly.
Then pulled.
The pain hit instantly.
Sharp.
Blinding.
Lucas grunted violently through gritted teeth as his entire body jerked against the chair restraints, a strained sound forcing itself out of him despite every effort to contain it. Spit sprayed faintly through his clenched teeth as he sucked in ragged breaths, trying desperately to endure the wave of agony tearing through his hand.
The interrogator did not stop midway.
He ripped the nail free completely.
