"Incorrect." Sephiroth stated, pushing the blade under the nail and painstakingly peeling it free until it fell to join the other on the desktop. "Remember, proper manners if you wish to go anywhere. Take your time to learn it slowly if you must, I still have 8 fingers left to go."
Another scream tore out from between his lips. In theory, this wasn't even the worst that had been done. In actuality, he'd rather have been captured by rebels and tortured. Broken fingers. Nail removal. Tears in his eyes. Whimpers escaping him. His body was shaking. Breath came in pants. How he had the strength or energy to beat on his desk some more was remarkable. Now if only he could punch this man.
Just because he was SOLDIER he thought he was going to get away with this.
"H-hey man," A pause for breath, "F-fuck you."