Amy's Ordeals

Amy stands in front of her full-length mirror, her eyes taking in every inch of her body. Her skin is pale, almost translucent, and her bones protrude sharply from her frame. She can see every rib, every vertebra, and she revels in the sight. Her breasts are large, almost too big for her tiny frame, with dark pink areolas that stand out in stark contrast to her fair skin. She wishes they were smaller, wishes she could just chop them off and be done with it.

Her stomach is flat, concave even, and her hipbones jut out like daggers. She runs her fingers over them, feeling the sharp edges under her skin. Her legs are long and thin, the muscles toned and defined from hours of running and working out. She hates the way they look, hates that they still have some flesh on them.

She turns around to inspect her back, and is pleased to see that the bones in her spine are clearly visible. She runs her hands over them, feeling the knobs and bumps under her skin. She knows she's not perfect yet, but she's getting there.

As she stands there, naked and , she feels a sense of power. She's in control of her body, she's the one calling the shots. She loves the feeling of hunger, loves the way it makes her feel powerful and in control.

And so, Amy stands in front of her mirror, obsessing over every inch of her body. She's trapped in a cycle of self-hatred and control, unable to break free from her own mind.

Amy's friends, Emily, Megan, and Ryan, are waiting for her at the local café. Emily and Megan are both tall and lean, with sharp features and icy stares. Ryan is muscular and imposing, with a cruel glint in his eye.

As Amy approaches, they all turn to look at her, assessing her appearance with a critical eye. "Looking a little chubby there, Amy," Emily sneers.

Amy feels her face flush with embarrassment. She knows she's lost weight since she last saw them, but it's never enough. "I'm trying to be healthier," she mumbles, barely audible.

Ryan snorts. "Healthy? You look like you're wasting away. You need to lose more weight, Amy. You're never going to be good enough until you're thin."

Megan nods in agreement. "We're just trying to help you, Amy. You know we care about you."

But Amy knows their words are hollow. They don't care about her, not really. They just enjoy the power they have over her, the ability to make her feel small and insignificant.