I don't how, or why I knew it was Maisie. I just did.  There was only a rear view of
her from my hidden position. I guess I just sensed her closeness. Even if the view of her
was not a complete view because she was on a raised, stall like platform. I guess
that's a good way to describe how she was. Maisie was contained within what can only
be described as a walk in – walk out stall. With sides made from amalgamated, dull grey
steel. These sides of the stall were quite narrow. Witnessing what I was witnessing I can
only assume that the stall thing was designed like that so that Maisie, or any other
unfortunate person would be contained and restricted in their movements.  As my mind, or
my brain began to compute what it was seeing I had to suck in gasping breaths of air of
shock more quietly. I had to try to regulate my breathing. I had to clamp my hand to my
mouth harder.  The need to gasp more quietly, or the need to clamp my mouth harder so that
no sound leaked out and into the quite echoey room didn't lessen the shock.  Funny
sometimes at such periods or times of distress and anxiety, that the human mind and body
becomes more acutely aware. Becomes very aware of what is happening even though it might
prefer to block it all out. I could feel my own mind and my own body going into shock. I
didn't need some clever dick to tell me that. It didn't matter though. I
couldn't tear my eyes away.  I became aware of the effects of shock. The
uncontrollable trembling. The little leaking of mewling and drooling that was coming from
my own mouth. Fuck. I was falling to pieces whilst my little sister was suffering in ways
that even made my eyes peel open wide.....