Tremulously, I did as she asked and she raised the gleaming, silvery steel U’s of the face bows to my head and moved them slowly and carefully toward my head and face. I uselessly attempted to recoil and twist my head away, but the chair’s restraints held my head firmly and so my steel bridle was pushed resolutely inward, pressing more firmly against my face and cheeks. I heard and felt the solid clicks when its mounting and securing posts snapped into their ‘fasten once only’ fittings beneath my ears on the head cage, then another set of the terrible clicks when they were also fastened to my collar. When she was satisfied that the connections were secure and snug, she began to connect the outer bows to those inside my mouth. Eight, small clicks sounded in rapid succession when she placed
