Barty Crouch waited a few beats for the swallowed chain to appear from the prisoner’s back-passage. He reached for the gold links ensuring that he pulled it taut before he directed the twins to bring over the metal hand. Once the tip of the golden middle finger met the chain, the gauntlet was drawn inwards, until it was seated further up the prisoner’s ass than humanly possible. He wondered if the prisoner’s face was tear streaked yet, he gave the large insertion in her backdoor a hearty pat. He sauntered back to view her expression when he set the buried metal hand to pulse and spasm in the confines of her stuffed arse.