Hermione didn’t have the luxury of making a choice, her insides roiled as her portkey was activated, causing her to reappear in an unfamiliar room. The unexpected motion and the tight corset made it doubly hard to catch her breath. She had been habituated to endure all manner of torture and hardship but this ad hoc apparation made her second guess the scope of the Death Eater’s magic and their total control over her. She knew better then to cringe away as Fred Weasley held tight to her reins, stilling her body while his twin ogled her body. George poked and prodded at her tattoo and piercings before he took charge of the bit between the her mouth, allowing his brother to begin his own investigations tugging at the series of chains experimentally. "Hmmm, who would have thought simple gold chains could prove so popular, is Percy bringing Barty back from the Wedding Reception? I couldn’t get Dad to part with his control galleon".