But Sybille only smiled. "I’d like to see that, actually. Your wrath is legendary, after all." Standing, the older witch backed away from Hermione, heading towards yet another door, this one made of the same stone as the room. Hermione twisted around to look at the door they had entered from and found that it had disappeared. Her stomach clenched uncomfortably as she faced Sybille, who appeared to contemplate her next words carefully before speaking. "This will hurt. It is part of the Price, that pain. I cannot shield you from it, even if I wanted to. You’re betraying the Domina, your sisters, Adelaide... and me. So no, I would not spare you the pain. But I promise you’ll survive it, and I will make sure you get home. You know what will come next."