As the view became more and more apparent and clear, one might well find oneself wishing, or preying that the zoom would reverse. One might find oneself not wanting for the full horror to be exposed. It was as though one might find oneself wanting to zoom back in to the perfection of those eyes and JUST the eyes. Yes a flawed perfection but a perfection none the less. But then even THAT perfection was spoilt on that creepingly slow zoom out. Those eyes shielded with large splayed blinkers to the outside edges. Those 'blinkers' would have prevented her from seeing anything to the sides even though the natural instinct would have been to 'try' to see - try to see into the darkness that she was existing inside of.

Her complexion was pale - it was probably made more so by the makeup. But that makeup was at odds with how this female was being 'kept'. From the first slow reveal of those blinkers, debilitating her eyesight and her own field of view, it was obvious that this woman was being 'kept' in somehow or some way. Then there was the further reveal - slow yes, the whole reveal was slow. But just under one eye a solitary tear had been tattooed on to the otherwise perfect face flesh. Like a transparent tear inked on giving the face even before the full reveal something of a melancholy look, and 'feel' to it. But then as well there were the frown lines. Slight lines across the bridge of the nose that might have told of a constant 'twitching' of the nose. It could have been twitching as a habitual thing, or it could have been a twitching due to the circumstances that she was being kept in. Difficult to tell. It was even more difficult to tell because largely the eyes, the face, the expression remain constant - barely moving - just that very, very rare darting of the eyes, side to side, or up and down. Even the wide open starkness to the eyes, as though they were being held open by invisible matchsticks or something was a constant. It was only as the 'camera' zoomed out to reveal more and more of the face that the true expression could be revealed. When zoomed in close they were just eyes, but as the slow reveal of the face became apparent, so the facial expression of the girl was introduced. Yet again one found oneself wanting, hoping that the camera would zoom right back in on those eyes and just stay there - because they were perfect - those eyes, just the eyes on their own were not disturbing to see or to look at. One could almost, with that camera zoomed in, almost swim in those eyes. It was a natural human instinct not to want to take in the rest of the scene, or the rest of the face because it was disturbing and it was introducing other things, other sights and emotions into the mix - and it was those other sights, those other emotions that one had difficulty in comprehending, or computing.

To the side of the head, like following a line from the central crows feet lines, the harness straps dented the flesh of the side of her face and head. That denting of otherwise flawless flesh told of the tightness of the harness. It also explained why she was unable to move her head and why she could only dart her eyes, sideways or, up and down. It didn't matter that one might come to the conclusion that one did not want to see any more. That didn't matter because that wasn't in ones power to see, or not to see. At the same time, one wanted to see, wanted or needed to see and for that slowly zooming camera to pan out so that at least, however horrific it might me, the mind or the brain could explain and compute what it was seeing. More straps, tight straps like in an upside down V over the bridge of her nose - just below the frown lines between the eyes. That upside down V opening out to the side of the girl's mouth. Stainless steel eyes then, situated at the corners of her mouth - these eyes providing the junction for more strapping. Strapping that went under the jaws and round back to the back of her head. The slow zoom out revealing that her mouth was open wide. Not just opened wide but held open wide by a steel ring gag that had been clicked behind perfect white teeth. The ring gag seemed to force the jaws forward as well as emphasise the teeth. Modified teeth. Longer teeth - like heavy duty teeth. One would not be able to explain why one knew that these teeth did not, or didn't used to belong to the girl they were now part of. It was just that they didn't fit. They didn't seem to be her own teeth at all. One naturally came to the conclusion that her own pretty teeth had been removed and then replaced by these longer, harsher, horse like teeth. Yes, yes that was it - those teeth, they looked like they resembled the teeth that a horse has. Bigger, more pronounced and angled as though they were inside of a horse's mouth. Except that they weren't inside a horse mouth - they were inside a human being's mouth.

The mouth, that mouth in addition to being modified the way it had been - the way it obviously and horrifically had been, was stretched and adapted around the ring gag - and where the natural fullness of the lips had been stretched around the ring gag, there was also a smoothness there - like a natural smoothness. The further out the camera zoomed, the more one got the impression that this female, this girl was probably very, very young. Late teens - maybe twenty at the most. That realisation, the one that she was so young was allowed to filter in very slowly and with that slow creeping realisation came the more slowly creeping horror of what was unfolding. Every so often then there was a trembling of those lips. That seemed to be unexplainable - that trembling of the lips. Because apart from the tightness of the harness the head was being held in, there did not seem to be any kind of trauma that this girl was in. But then, barely all of her face or head had been revealed at that point. There was no telling what the rest of her was going through. There was no sight, yet, of the rest of her body, or torso. It had already been a fact that her mouth, her teeth had been altered - modified - fitted with horse teeth that were real right down to the slight discolouration of them. Like there had been years and years of those teeth planted in a horse feed bucket sucking up the feed. There really was no telling what the rest of this girl had gone through physically or what it was going through.

If whoever was responsible had done this to her, there was no telling what else might have been done. For that reason one found oneself willing the camera to zoom out quicker - to get it over with - to reveal the full horror of what this girl was going through, or had gone through. There was that trembling of the lips for no apparent reason - but when taken into consideration with the irregular darting of her eyes, side to side, up and down, one might have asked about her mental state. There was life in those eyes - but it wasn't a life as we might know it. And there was no speeding up of the camera out - it was an almost tortuously slow pan out. A tortuously slow reveal.

Those lips, as tight as they were seemed to tremble. They seemed to tremble to the timing of her nostrils flaring. Yes those nostrils, as pretty as they must have been at one time, were flared and they seemed somehow elongated at the same time. Flared wide and yet elongated at the same time. The slow reveal was revealing that this girl, whoever she was has undergone extensive modification. It seemed from this slow reveal that even her facial bone structure, as well as her teeth had undergone modifications that seemed impossible to justify and disturbing to see. Those nostril expelled air, like they were spitting, like an animal, a beast might expel air. Of course, the weight of the septum ring that seemed to rest across her upper lip added to that. Maybe it was because of this ring, this heavy steel ring, that her nostril reverberated and expelled clear drool. But then it was difficult to tell where that drool was coming from. The nose, or the mouth. The ring gag had the effect of continuously producing this drool. There was like a constant stream of it coming from the ring gag's centre. Occasionally there would be the split second view of a tongue sliding out. But the view of that tongue would provoke a kind of a 'second take' scenario in anyone that witnessed it. Although fleeting, that view of that tongue would tell anyone that the tongue, in the natural order of things, did not belong to a girl of twenty years old. And yet there it was - sliding out of the "O" all wet and slippery and thick. That tongue so thick that the "O" was barely big enough to let it out. But then, it was only the TIP of the tongue that very fleetingly escaped through that O and into the open air. But it wasn't the normal colour either. A human tongue might have been reddish, pinkish and wet. This tongue was hugely thick and almost black. Its tip emerging and then flattening as it searched for something to taste - that tip only hinting at the overall length of it. Somehow, that tongue, or what could be seen of it, told of a massive overall length and girth. If it were free to slither out into the open air, somehow one knew that it would be a HUGE tongue - unlike, very unlike, horrifically unlike the kind of tongue any human being would have. And yet this human being did.

That camera panned back, pulled back. But it did so only so far. Once the girl's head and face filled the field of view occupied some time before by her eyes only, it was clear that this girl, this poor girl was being held somehow against her will. Then the pan out stopped. That she had been probably taken without consent and held there, wherever 'there' was like an unspoken fact. This was no set up photo-shoot in some kind of pseudo-porno film studio. One could be forgiven for thinking that it might have been that - but then, then one would look closer and closer still. There was nothing set up about this. Nothing false - or pretend. Her eyes blinked from time to time between the strapping of the tight, strict head harness. It was only with the full view of the head and the face that it became absolutely clear how tight the harness was - how dented that flesh was and how rigidly her head and face were being held. It became clear then that there was no hair either. The girls head had been shorn of hair and the head harness made up of tight leather strapping dented the head flesh, made it bulge - added credence to its tightness. That pale head flesh shiny and like white against the contrast of the black leather strap harness.

Yes her eyes darted and it was like they did that because they could. It wasn't really as if they were searching out anything to focus on, or look at because the darting of those eyes, when it happened was like a manic thing. More like they were moving around like that because it was as though that was the only part of her that could move. One way then the other and then up and down again. One might suspect that a single light lit that head and face and that otherwise it existed in some kind of pitch blackness. Like a form of isolation. Like a form of sensual deprivation. But the eyes had that movement. Like as though her captors, whoever they were had forgotten about her eyes and when she moved them, she did so only very occasionally and very guardedly in case she was found out. It was as though she were being very careful, very cautious, very FRIGHTENED that it would be spotted that she could move her eyes in this way. It was like at any cost, any cost, that could not be found out. Of course, that was misguided, totally misguided since, the person, or the people that were holding this girl, this poor twenty year old girl had already gone to a lot, a lot of trouble and effort in her capture and holding. She will have known that - she will have known what she would have gone through to get to this point. The attention to detail that had been and could be applied made the thought that she could 'secretly' move her eyes unbeknown to them, redundant. That fact pointed to another thing though - her state of mind. She was alive yes, very much so - but one might be drawn to the past - to what she had endured to get there. What had this poor creature been through to get to this point? This creature, this girl, one of two sisters taken without consent, is Maisie.

The zoom of that camera started again, outwards.