Hermione can sense him as he walks around slowly inspecting the efficacy of the restraints. Hermione can hear the pep in his step, she can’t bring herself to meet his gloating eyes when he returns to face her. With a gentle tap on her gag, he allows a thin spool of spittle to dribble free to the ground, her focus is on stemming the flow of tears that are threatened from her weary eyes, the humiliation of her treatment was proving almost unbearable. The head snatcher, installed a leather Hannibal Lecter half-mask, ensuring that gag would be staying in place while acting as a means to connect the leather wrappings on her body to the gag harnessed to her face. Hermione could tell that once again she had a larger audience, as two bemused snatchers watched impassively leaning on their snare poles, the rest of their cohort was still busy repacking the last of their gear. Their commanding officer continued to taunt the captive, "Nearly ready to move Muddy, we can’t chance apparating to HQ with such a high value target, so you might as well get comfortable, we’ll reach our destination in due time", he gestured for the snatchers with the snare poles to encircle her neck, as she felt the body-bind curse being reapplied to her helpless form even though she was thoroughly incapacitated in her leather and chain bondage.