Snape watched as the pet’s eyes bulged unnaturally in pain, her mouth stretched outwards in a silent scream, which naturally aroused the sadist in him. Her mouth couldn’t accomplish her soul-curding scream, but her haunted eyes told the tale of this recent success. Lips had stretched into a silent pain-filled rictus, Snape thought her assisted breathing might even have been ragged through her tracheotomy grate. He was pleased not to have his ears assaulted by her annoying voice, as disparing tears sprang afresh from her deadened eyes, he prepared for the next set of violations. He was intent on only adding to the slave’s misery.