"A pair of pliers? You think you'll get any information out of me with a pair of pliers?" the angel asks mockingly as I approach her.
"No, I don't..." I take her shackled hands, looking at her nails. She sees me staring and smiles.
"New at this, huh? Pulling out my nails is so original." She rolls her eyes as if mocking me. I take her pinky finger and place the pliers, but I go further up. She looks at me, confused, until I squeeze the pliers.
"Ghmm!!" She stifles a groan of pain as the pliers close on the joint of her pinky, severing her finger. She didn't expect that, and the pain is far worse than if it had just been her nail.
I am a puppet. There is no one who understands joints better than me. It's knowledge that came with my body becoming a living puppet. I understand the worst possible places to receive wounds that cause pain.
The nerves, the nerve endings, and the deep tissues in those parts generate a horrible kind of pain when injured.
