i tried writing something

"His hands are covered in a thick layer of skin, hardened by age and effort. You can look at them and see every crease, every bump and every scar. The joints on his hand are bulbous, made large from filling with pain. His nails are malformed, clipped short so as not to tear. This is one of his worst fears. Nails being detached, torn, hurt, cut. Scenes of torture flashed through his mind whenever he thought about his nails. How much harm could befall him if his nails became unkempt? How much slow, drawn out battery could his hands take before they became defunct? Before they became numb? Before they became, for lack of a better word, mush?"