His uncle looked at it in fascination a dragged a cool, fat finger down it. Smiling blandly, he randomly selected a place on his chest and put the flame close to it. Harry was very still in perverted anticipation. After a few seconds, he jabbed it again and Harry bit his tongue to stop his screams. The pain raced down his veins, scratching without remorse through the abused nerves. He randomly noticed that his hand had a death-grip on the armrests. He clutched it harder and inhaled sharply as it, again, came nearer.