Harry screamed with pain. Ron put down the pliers, the fingernail still attached.
“Tell me what I want to know” hissed Ron between his teeth; his bloodshot drunken eyes heightening his menacing look.
“I don’t have it, I swear to you” sobbed Harry.
Ron picked up the container of table salt and carefully sprinkled some over the fresh wound. The searing pain almost caused Harry to pass out. Ron watched Harry’s face contort and smiled. He took a large swig from the litre of Jameson. Afterwards, he wiped his chin and sighed.
Tortured with Nails (Extract)
