She whimpered in desire and exhaustion. It must have been over 24 hours since she’d woken. She’d been too nervous to sleep well the night before she came, and she’d only had a small breakfast with tea. Since she had arrived on Thursday morning, she had not had anything to eat or drink, nor the chance to sleep. She guessed that it was sometime near midday on Friday by now, and she had no idea how long it would be until he came for her again. Sighing, she let her mind wander and tried to stay awake, but inevitably drifted to sleep a couple times only to be stung awake by the faint shock of the bench and the slight engorgement of the plug in her arse. It was a long and agonising afternoon. Or perhaps evening. She had no idea when Snape next entered the room, but when she heard the door open, her heart leapt and she moaned in anticipation. She could hear a faint chuckle from him as he circled around to her face, clasping her chin in his palm. 