Kreacher paid attention to his trainee’s hitched breath to understand that he would not be able to screw the clamps any further. He could see her eyes now dart around the room, scared of the next debasement. He swatted her breasts cruelly to force her focus back on him. Kreacher felt a smug satisfaction, by the time he locked eyes with the prisoner’s pained eyes, he could see the realisation was dawning on her, that the hit to her chest was a cover to attach a matching set of golden chains to the clamps. The chain was now painfully tugging ever upwards, until it was tied to same hook holding her handcuffed hands. The lead House Elf was only content when the hyperventilating prisoner was forced onto her tippytoes, trying to ease the pressure on her breasts. The chain forced her to remain tottering on her unsteady peaks of her toes.