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He was tempted: to hammer nails into shoes; on the inside of the shoes; nails that wouldn't be felt at first; secret nails that would, as the shoe was worn in, gradually poke through until they pierced the leather, the socks, the flesh of the foot.
He imagined the shout of surprise and pain when the metal touched the live flesh. Horror. Surprise. Or the other way around. That doesn't matter.