Her back hit the softness of the couch below her which contrasted with the cold bite of the metal around her wrists. Voldemort had begun walking towards her. He waved his wand again and she heard metal moving against metal. Chains attached themselves to her shackles and hoisted her arms so that they were splayed outward. He walked forward, shrugging the rest of his tattered robes off himself so that he was nude before her. Her mouth watered as she followed the contours of his muscular frame down to where she saw his large cock still hard for her. 