CHAPTER 22
ADRIANNA’S POV
In the beautiful prison where I was kept hostage, a whimper escaped my lips and I clutched the edge of the cabinet for support as the older maid cinched the corset again from behind me.
This was the third time she was tightening the corset. I could feel my ribs protesting, on the brink of cracking, air squeezing out painfully from my lungs under the torturing weight.
“You have a slender figure. I don’t understand why you’re squealing like a dying mouse,” she remarked cruelly. “When I was your age, I used to lace myself up without a sound. Even girls thrice your size can take this without whining.”
I didn’t reply to her. I was getting used to her cutting comments and indifferent attitude towards me though I still appreciated how she came through for me a few d
