EXTRACT FOR
Hope Farm - The Ponygirl Diaries Book 1
(DrkFetyshNyghts)

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.....