The day of endless torture was upon Afni and she was so not excited for it. It was the day that she was going to meet a British lady, lady Elizabeth Ann Bumblebee the fourth.

She was some kind of duchess and she was going to be her trainer.

When Afni got to the 'etiquette school', she was running around the halls and she was sliding like a little kid when she met her. She had a sour face upon seeing her and clicked her tongue.

"So unladylike!"

She had whispered furiously and Afni scowled at her.

"Why do you care about what I do?"

Afni hissed and the duchess clicked her tongue in a disappointed way.

"So rude too. She talks even when not permitted. I'm going to have a hard time with this one."

She started listing off things on her fingers, ignoring Afni.

"Anyway, I am lady Elizabeth Ann. And I'm going to be your etiquette teacher for the next month."

She clapped her hands and sneered and Afni felt like beating her up.

"Oh yay, awesome."

She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes but behind her instructor's back obviously.

Afni saw her glare at her and she knew she heard her so she gave her the fakest smile she could muster up.

She turned around and her 6inch stilettos clicked on the tiles in an annoying manner. Afni sighed and trutted after her like a lazy cat.

She led her to a room and asked her to sit and wait for her and Afnu did just that already wishing to go home and eat.

She came back moments later with something on her hand that looked like a dress bag and a woman right behind her.

"Put this on for your first lesson."

She commanded and Afni hissed once again.

She grabbed it and lady Elizabeth Ann showed her to a changing room.

She stripped from her clothes which were a plain pair of leggings and an oversized sweater with a scarf and golden sneakers that were meant to keep out the cold.

She picked up the bag and looked at the dress. It was very heavy and she knew immediately why it was. She didn't take it out when she heard a knock on the door.

"Are you decent? I want to help you with your corset."

Someone with a soft voice called out.

Afni quickly put back her clothes and opened the door for the person.

"With what?! What do I need a corset for?"

She questioned in horror. The lady just shrugged her shoulders and set something down.

"Here put this camisole on and when you're done call me in."

She ordered and Afni took the piece of clothes from her.

"OK whatever."

She went out and Afni stripped again. She put on the camisole which was white, long sleeved and fitted. She wondered how they had her exact size but then again, she knew it was Abeer.

She called the lady back in and she came in with the torture device. A corset or waist trainer. Afni had never worn them before but she'd read about them in some of the books she had read in the past.

The lady, a brunette made her put it on top of her camisole and held it in place with her hands. She told Afni to arch her back and hold on to the counter and she did so.

Afni closed her eyes as she started to lace it at the back. Once she was done, she told her that it was time for the fitting.

When she pulled the strings so hard, Afni screamed at the pain and panted for her breath.

"Can you breathe?"

She asked nonchalantly and Afni almost kicked her.

"Well thanks to you barely!"

She exclaimed sourly and she saw the woman shaking her head in the mirror.

"I guess it's not tight enough since she can still talk and breathe."

She muttered to herself and Afni glared at her which she didn't even notice.

Afni gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't scream again.

She pulled again harder than the first time and Afni felt her bones creaking and the pain was too much that she just had to scream in agony.

Afni's breath hitched as the brunette pulled for the third time again and she felt like smacking her in the face.

That time she couldn't talk or breathe and her face started turning blue from the lack of oxygen. When she noticed this she clapped her hands satisfied at her achievement.

"Hey bitch! Are you tryna kill me?"

Afni hissed in short pants and she knew that was the first time she had ever used that word before.

But don't blame her! She got on her nerves and though she didn't like swearing, she did.

She just looked at Afni blankly and walked away. She stepped out of the room and signalled for Afni to put the dress on.

She held onto the counter even tighter and breathed in and out a few times. When she was composed, Afni stood straighter and grabbed the dress furiously.

She took it out of the bag and looked at it in awe. She gasped at the beauty and the feel of it between her fingers and she immediately knew it was designer.

It was white and the tulle spread out as if it was by magic. The intricate design on it was just astonishing.

It had a sweetheart neckline and Afni immediately knew why she was wearing a long sleeve camisole beneath because it had no sleeves.

She unzipped it as slowly as she could so that she wouldn't damage the zip. She stepped into it and pulled it up on her body. She zipped up and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked and felt like a princess.

It was just marvellous and it almost made her tear up that her parents were not there to see her. She tied her hijab tighter against her head because her hair was getting too puffy from the humidity.

She stepped out of the room and walked back to the living room- like place she knew lady Elizabeth would be in.

She immediately saw her speaking to that evil lady whose name was apparently lady Brianna Rose.

When she saw her step in the room, she immediately stopped talking and turned to look at her. She gave a tight lipped smile and Afni returned one too.

She walked closer and she clapped her hands in a rapid motion.

"Our first lesson is going to be on posture and how to walk like a lady."

Afni rolled her eyes at that statement and that was when she saw the pair of 8 inch bejeweled white shoes she was holding. She almost cried out at the sight.

She forced Afni to put them on and placed a stack of books on her head which were really heavy. She kept falling to the point that she was certain she had a few broken ribs and ankle.

The books would not stay on her head and everytime they fell, she fell too. It was exhausting and excruciating and to top it all, she was supposed to hold her hands and keep them in front of her.

Let her save you the agonising details but with the lack of air in her lungs and the killer heels with the heavy as rock books on her head, she was bound to leave that place with a scar or two.

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What do you think? Do you think Afni would survive the torture of trying to fit in with the society? Comment your thoughts and vote. Please point out any mistakes. It would be duly appreciated.