With a flourish of her hands, Snape was moved to another section of the room, he could see some sort of muggle contraption straight out of horror movies he saw in his childhood. Well there are some perks to be a half-blood. Even more so, when most of those were spent in Lily's company. A snap of metal clasps clamping open got his attention as he was lowered onto what was essentially a crucifix of sorts with heavy duty metal chains and hooks to secure a victim. His heart skipped a beat as clamps snapped closed and held him in place effectively hindering any movement. His head and face kept in place with an iron half mask leaving his face, forehead and scalp open. A look straight up confused him even more so as there was nothing but an overhead bulb illuminating his face and a slightly rusted faucet of sorts. All of a sudden, a drop of water fell on his scalp just where his hairline started. He could feel the warmth of the droplet as it met his skin. His inability to move caused a little irritation but nothing more.