The tongs jammed into her mouth obliterated anything she tried to say as it fixed around her tooth, and her attempts at words became inarticulate ragings supported by the sharp rattle of the chains that held her to the deck. Lips tried to close, tongue pushed at the dark metal, but the soft flesh hadn't enough strength to push it away - nor to keep it in as he twisted and tugged, and she felt the terrible pull of the tooth trying to follow the draw of the tongs, soft gums unable to hold, little nerves sparking with pain as they split and tore - and then her mouth was for a moment emptied of the tongs, and an awful, agonized scream followed the tooth as excruciating heat filled the space where the white enamel had once rested, and her own blood ran warm and viscous out of the corner of her mouth, brilliant red upon her pale skin.