Farfarello watched Caim's face intently as he pried up the first nail. This was always a good test, and a wake-up call for his victim. That, or the acid, but he didn't have access to acid, here. He knew that look in Caim's eye, too. Desperation, terror, and resolve. "Ready to give up so quickly? What if you get a chance to escape later? Or are you just a coward after all?" Not that he couldn't keep Caim alive anyway--he had done this before, after all. You know, once or twice.

Smirking, Farfarello tore the fingernail he'd been working on completely off, and tossed it aside, before moving on to the index finger.