Then the pliers, and he vomits by the time she gets to the second nail. He begs her to stop; gasping, pleading, moaning wretched and pitiful and Hermione feels trapped in a nightmare, in hell. "Don't don't don't please don't please please please," he begs her in a slurring moan, and then the words turn into anguished screams as she rips out a fourth nail. He stares up at her and he's gone behind the eyes; lost to the pain and the fear, and she hates herself as she closes the pliers over his fifth nail.