Hermione felt sick, her stomach gave a groan that he mouth could no longer achieve at this revolting thought. She could feel the latent heat of the feeding tubes brimming with discarded enema fluid along her back. She dreaded to think of the new congealing liquids being fed back to her in an unrelenting circuit of misery. Snape continued gratified that the news of this new debasement was cutting through to the morose girl and bring her to a new nadir of misery. "Just wait in quiet anticipation the feeding will begin once we get that naughty weeping pussy of yours connected too."