The pain in the back of her neck rebounded violently through her head as Snape introduced another broad leather strap to stop any further possibility of movement. "Severus please, let’s get these upgrades done and dusted, then you can take out your stress on this little chit in whatever way you like, no need for force at the moment." Hermione recognised the voice but couldn’t reconcile herself to the fact that Arthur Weasley seemed to be talking about her impending torture in such dispassionate tones, as if she was a piece of furniture. He casually excused the lead Snatcher, directing him to send up some house-elves once the cameras were confirmed as ready, he nonchalantly reminded him to also collect and escort the guests of honour to his lab in two hours. Hermione nearly fainted with the thoughts of a two hour session with these evil men.