"I knew the little slut would enjoy it, but she is probably too dim to understand this pleasure comes at a price". Barty moved back to his tray of toys, bidding the Weasley boys to come over. Hermione used the opportunity to view the changes to her limbs, she cringed as she looked at her deformed hands and she knew her feet would be mirror images. Hermione curled in on herself wanting to wail in despair. As soon as her change in position worked slack into the internal chain, a cavalcade of pain exploded in her body. It felt like she was on fire, the sizzle of electric shock flared through her piercings and along the embedded chain. Hermione scrambled to right herself but her resized limbs made this difficult, her body writhed on the ground as the onlookers laughed. It felt like an eternity until Fred and George pulled her body upright, straightening her torso. "Just a little safeguard against self-pleasuring". Barty patted her head, "stay perfectly still if you know what is good for you".