Any hope that she would be able to break out of her bonds were dashed as time wore on. She lost count the number of times she suffered under the burning pain of the Cruciatus. Both wizards took their turn trying it. So many years outside of the Inner Circle of the Death Eaters, she'd forgotten how to withstand the pain. Her body was out of practice. And each slice to her skin robbed her of more and more blood. She was growing woozy, unable to keep her head up. Only the tall back of the chair kept it propped up.