Farfarello chuckled softly, feeling his broken ribs grinding with the movement of his diaphragm. Licking one of Caim's broken fingers from base to tip, he murmured affectionately, "You're so cute. You still think you can win." He felt Caim's teeth graze his thigh, but was unconcerned. The blood loss wouldn't be enough to kill him, even on top of the rest of the blood he was losing from previous wounds.
Though it was the long way around, Farfarello slid back down to Caim's torso before switching over to his prisoner's other side and moving back up to reach his left hand. It was a drain on his energy, to have to move that much, but it was a lot better than exposing rather more vulnerable bits of his body to Caim's snapping teeth.
"Now this is really a lot easier to do with a pair of pliers, but we work with what we have, right?" Choosing the box-cutter over the filleting knife, for now, Farfarello slowly worked the corner of the blade under the fingernail of Caim's left thumb, prying it away from the nail bed one bloody, excruciating millimetre at a time.
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Though it was the long way around, Farfarello slid back down to Caim's torso before switching over to his prisoner's other side and moving back up to reach his left hand. It was a drain on his energy, to have to move that much, but it was a lot better than exposing rather more vulnerable bits of his body to Caim's snapping teeth.
"Now this is really a lot easier to do with a pair of pliers, but we work with what we have, right?" Choosing the box-cutter over the filleting knife, for now, Farfarello slowly worked the corner of the blade under the fingernail of Caim's left thumb, prying it away from the nail bed one bloody, excruciating millimetre at a time.