"I'm going to die!" Islinda's scream echoed across the room as she went through the torture of putting on a corset.
She was leaning against the wall with both hands while Aurelia drew the corset tight against her lower back.
"Just breathe, my lady, you're not going to die," Aurelia cajoled as she tightened the corset against her lower back. The gods knew she could feel her kidney rearranging.
"Just until how long do I have to wear this device of torture?" Islinda asked through gritted teeth. The pain of the whole ordeal was giving way to irritation and it wouldn't be surprising if she passed that aggression on someone else.
She went on to say," Shouldn't this be snug enough so it's comfortable to wear, not literally stealing my breath away? I wouldn't be surprised if so many women have died from this already," She spat out, obviously on the edge.
