“Pluck it out!”
The voice came from his right. He felt vaguely distant, dead to sensation. “What?” he managed.
“If it bothers you.” A strong hand swooped in, a tanned arm. “The eyes always get to me. They watch. Like you.” The hand selected something from the table, vanished. There was a slight pop, and a slurping sound.
About the story: A unique punishment for malefactors.