You find yourself face to face with the slimy visage of a fish, its muzzle touching your own.
The two of your are being held facing each other by your torturer. If a fish's eyes could be terrified your father's certainly showed it. For several agonizing moments your muzzles touch, allowing the horror of what is about to happen to slowly dawn on the both of you.
Fish and snake writhe helplessly, your bodies held face to face, completely controlled by the hands behind your jaws. His... well, actually her, muzzle is moist and slimy against yours. You've forgotten your father had his masculinity stripped as well. Has yours?
But that's a fleeting thought as that's the least of your worries. In your peripheral vision you can see your mother nearby on your right. You can hear her whimpering as she is forced to watched.
On the other you see a blinking red light. A camera on a tripod is there to record everything that is happening. Its view screen is flipped open so you can see plainly see the profile heads facing each other.
You give one last helpless twist of your suspended serpentine body. Then you feel a pressure behind your jaws increasing.
No! Your jaws are forced open completely. The pressure is too strong and you cant shut them. Your tongue lashes out helplessly, striking against the slippery muzzle of the fish. With each lash you feel the muzzle getting closer. With your mouth completely open you can no longer see in front, but the conveniently placed screen of the video recorder gives you a clear view from your left eye.
You can't help but focus on the image on the screen. With deliberate slowness the fish is pushed into your mouth. The tip of its snout touches the back of your throat. But instead of gagging your muscles instinctively swallow, attempting to grab onto your father's slippery pointed snout.
All this is captured horribly on the screen. The trout's terrified eyes are visible just within the jaws, twitching rapidly with a haunting awareness, indicating its terror.
One more gentle push, and the muscles of your throat are finally able to grab onto your father's scaly snout. No no no, don't swallow, you scream to yourself!
But you can only slow down the reflex.
With excruciating slowness you swallow your unwanted meal, millimeter by millimeter. The fishes tail thrashes behind the hand now just holding its body up for you to swallow, no longer needing to assist in pushing it into your open maw.
Soon the fish's eyes are no longer visible. But perhaps worse, you can feel the bulge of the eyes twitching inside of your mouth.