Simultaneously her ankles were bound to her thighs, leaving her legs looking like shiny stumps until they were similarly fastened together, the warmth and tightness of the leather straps lay in stark contrast to her cool metal diaper. She was now totally covered by bindings encasing her toes to struggling neck. The remaining implements in the snatcher’s hands were metal in nature, although she feared that some other leather bindings might be laying out of her eye-line, with a sense of utter defeat Hermione realised she’d be introduced to each and every items at the whim of her jailors, choice was not a luxury that existed in her life anymore. Undaunted the cameraman continued to photograph her plight, documenting her shame from all imaginable angles.