All of him and his body signs were demonstrating signs of guilt but he was not acting upon it which baffled me. "I honestly think you are just being a big baby and because of our overreaction and the stunt you pulled at breakfast I expect to be seeing you in a corset 24/7 everyday for the next month and it should really help you form those much needed curves around the edges. If you find it too tight for you to eat then starve. I really don't mind, in fact it might actually do your body some good instead. It starts now." He started lacing it up even tighter and tears threatened to pour out of my eyes. He directly insulted me and told me to lose weight which actually broke me. My entire life I always considered myself average but I suppose his opinions prove mine quite wrong so if I am going to be his wife I need to look the part and if thai is what I have to do so be it.
4 DAYS SKIP
I just spent the whole day in agony, pain and hunger. I can't eat or even think and this corset is driving me mad. Everyday it feels like it is getting tighter and today I am feeling the full effects. All I can do is lay down on the bed all day and believe it or not my muscles are still stiff and sore from the full day I spent working out for a punishment. As for Santiago he does not give a damn about me. He practically does not care and despite my protests he allocated me to a dietitian that is starving me to death.
He only allows me a full almonds a day if 'I am lucky' in his words and it is driving me mentally. I feel faint everyday and cannot function everyday. As for the corset, It is leaving bruises around every part of skin it touches. It is all battered and bruised and I thought I saw blood yesterday but I suppose that it makes no difference. I am currently returning from my non-existent shower before bed and I feel so unloved and unwanted even though my own family never wanted me they got rid of me like I was a disease. I was startled by the shattering of the door as it jiggled open and the last person on earth I ever thought I would see appeared at my door.
"Don't fuss with yourself unless you have something to hide. I am just here for a surprise visit." He had a devilish grin on his face like one of a villain. He walked towards me and I instinctively walked back. He noticed this and got more frustrated and in light of my behaviour he just tugged me towards him. He started unlacing the back of my corset Asap and as soon as his hands came into any contact with my corset I whimpered and winced in pain. The material was rubbing harshly against the bruises and sores and it was not comfortable. I for one never knew it was even possible but I had already lost about 5 kilos and it was starting to show and sickly enough this motivated and made my dietitian quite splendidly happy.
After he harshly undid it he saw the full picture of my back and ribcage. He actually looked taken aback and he attempted to briskly run his fingers over it but I moved back before his hand made any contact. I was forced to work-out tirelessly for quite a few hours everyday with no fuel to boost my body and sweat mixing with blood under my corset ws not making it any more pleasant for me. A few minutes later he appeared again at my door with what seemed to we water, food and some form of meds.
"Here you are hungry". I quickly shook my head fearing the consequences and praying my stomach did not act out again. I know there was barely any change but I found he was so right and the curves were finally starting to show and I was so ashamed of myself for believing I ever had any before this. A look of disbelief crossed over his features and I felt kind of guilty for lying to him but there was nothing much I could do. "So you expect me to believe that somebody who has not eaten a meal in 4 days and has spent almost every waking hour is not even a little bit hungry. Unbelievable. You know if you like lying so much at least make it believable. In a fit of rage he stormed out of my room and I just assumed he left me which saddened me a lot and just proved to me how little he actually cares but I was yet again surprised when he came back with more food and medical supplies.
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Under the stars
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