Silently accept .

You accept it, and wait.

“You do not fear me, or you would beg for mercy. I shall make you beg to die, you should be so lucky elf.”

Unsheathing a knife, the torturer begins to slowly extract your fingernails one by one in a gruesome process. It is mechanical, never relishing in your agonizing wails, but methodically applying pain. You nearly faint, till you are revived by a poultice, which also prevents you from dying to shock. Then he works his way by skinning your hands clean, then sawing them off slowly. This tremendous level of pain has you begging for mercy, which falls upon deaf ears. This process is continued till your hands are but bloody stumps. He then smashes his boot into your skull till it collapses, killing you.