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Steve's hand was being held by a doctor in a white coat. The doctor was holding something resembling large pliers.
"Uh... what are you going to do with that?"
Steve asked. The doctor said nothing and tied Steve's hand to a restraint device connected to a chair. Steve resisted, but it was no use. The doctor's strength was greater than expected, and Steve was powerless right now.
The doctor grabbed Steve's fingernail with the pliers. The coldness of the metal sent a chill down Steve's spine.
"Hey! Sir—? What?"
The doctor slowly lifted the pliers holding the fingernail upward. Steve felt a burning pain. Red blood had clotted at Steve's fingertips. Once the pliers had risen a certain distance, they slipped away from Steve's fingertips at high speed.
Steve screamed. He trembled and pleaded.