Desperately, he tried to free himself, but other hands grasped for him, their nails tearing into his flesh.

Do I have to remind you that the nails tore His hands and feet?

He pulled her round to face him and her nails tore at his eyes.

A nail protruding from an empty barrel tore his trousers.

His nails had torn off, one after the other.

Her hands were blackened claws the nails torn down into the quick.

He felt her nails tear the skin along his back.

He watched as her nail tore at the skin.

He dove between two parked cars, but the nails tore into the back of one leg.

His nails tore, and he felt sharp pain in his fingers, ground between moving stones.