With a clinical calculation, the prisoner’s hand was inched closer to her stretched clit, eliciting a fresh howl of abject terror as her own hand ground down into the tender flesh, mashing the plastic covering with brute force. Draco had watched every available second of the captive’s imprisonment and training, indeed he had first hand experience torturing various enemies in the past, he was always surprised by by the subtle nuances of screams and moans he had heard from this Mudblood, but he had never managed to elicit this keening sound on any of his victims before, it hardly sounded human.