Literature
Elsabeth
Press. Press. Pressed. It just wasn't tight enough. The corset wouldn't squeeze her anymore, but she wasn't satisfied with the constriction. Her nose twitched, top lip snarling slightly, as she wrapped those cords around her hands and pulled with all her might. The bodice itself still had more give, but it was her ribs that wouldn't allow it to go anymore. She didn't need to breathe. All she needed to do was be smaller. Tiny woman, maybe standing 4ft 7in, her form so slender that all worried for her health. She was quite satisfied with her rail thin arms, pole-like legs, and that plaster white skin. She felt a sudden discomfort as the corset
