The cage she was stuffed into was more an afterthought than anything, but Hermione wouldn’t complain. Not openly at least. It managed to keep her from being chained to the ground by Their chairs, or worse, left immobile and soundless. It kept her off the cold feeding ground and gave her a firm view of His dominion down below, and left Bellatrix with more than enough privacy to invade her little space and fuck her senseless against the cold floor, no one below them aware of the depravity up above.