He quickly connected his charge up to the portable pensive, lamenting the smooth connection between collar and memory bowl robbed him of the pleasure of eking out more pain from the captive. He took a modicum of solace knowing her mind would be poisoned with the most debauched memories the Death Eaters had collected so far. The captive could not be allowed the luxury of unencumbered sleep. He would have liked to have played around some more but he had training equipment that he needed to install on the bound witch. He would need to work efficiently, he needed to complete his work and exit the room while the Time Turner was invoked. He knew that Voldermort had ordered Dementor sentries to feed on her despair while she was unconscious, none of the house elves wanted to be present, when the ghostly spectres arrived.