Snape looked at the bound body, a cooly appraising look passing over his face, the fight was gone from this defeated foe, as sure as a dementor’s kiss could suck the soul from an unsuspecting person. The defeated slave had served her purpose as he pocketed the harvested potion ingredients, she was now just a useless series of holes. The Death Eaters tired of the nymphomaniac’s surrender to each round of debasement. The only remaining value of the mudblood’s continued existence was propaganda, Draco had suggested her final destination should be the Ministry of Magic, a newly created pen awaited her in the atrium, a nice central location for the new Ministry Urgent Delivery Drone, her ability to be portkeyed to the Dark Lord’s fiefdom in Hogwarts made her a perfect candidate for the role; a Sisyphean task; ferrying around confidential communiques for the Dark Lord's inner circle.