Hermione woke up with a start because someone was sniffing her hair, their fingers pulling her scalp brutally. Whoever it was smelled rank and Hermione held her breath as she tried not to retch on herself. She didn't have enough freedom of movement to puke over the side of the chair as she was tied so tightly in place. She knew because she had already vomited on herself more than once when the pain had become too much for her. She’d been reduced to dry heaving, but her stomach bile seemed endless. The burn was one more pain that she could do without.