A quick spell was all it took to wake her up again, pulling her from the respite of unconsciousness. Barty Crouch unlocked one of her hands placing it on the slick piercings. "You see, lovely work". She heard the smirk in his voice, as her limp fingers brushed against the rows of eyelets. She did not have sufficient strength to pull away, she felt sickened by the Death Eater’s overt display of control, pulling and pushing her hand in a parody of self-pleasure, as her own fingers failed to respond to her own commands to override Barty Couch’s lewd display.