The corset is too much,” I complained, gripping the edge of the dresser.“Stand still,” Megan said, completely ignoring me.The strings tightened.I gasped, “Megan....!”She gave one final, merciless pull before tying it off with satisfaction. “There,” she said, stepping back to admire her work. “Perfect.”I turned slightly, trying to breathe like a normal human being. “I think my lungs just filed a complaint.”Megan snorted. “You’re fine, your ribs are strong they'll hold.”“I’m not fine,” I argued. “I can hear my heartbeat.”“That’s because you look hot,” she shot back casually. “And your boobs? Incredible. That corset is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.”I stared at her. “I don’t want to die looking incredible.”“You won’t,” she said, waving me off. “People have survived worse for fashion.”I narrowed my eyes. “Name one.”“…some nameless thin waisted lady, back in the french revolution. You know how hot they looked,.....but that's not the point.”I let out a slow breath, adj
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