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This is my first story here and working out the details of the story. The Extreme Bound Artistry Prologue: New Beginnings The past year has been a whirlwind of challenges and triumphs for me, Nellie Genovese. Just as I was navigating the final stretch of my junior year in high school, life threw me ...

Chapter 1: Stepping into the Unknown The evening air was crisp as I approached the gallery. The streets, bathed in moonlight, were eerily quiet, reflecting the solitude of my new job. My shifts were set for three nights a week, from 9 PM to midnight. For the next month, it would be just me and Zara,...

Chapter 2: Unveiling the Reality Arriving home just thirty minutes past midnight, I felt the weight of the evening’s events pressing heavily on me. My bare feet touched the cold pavement as I made my way to the stairway, acutely aware of my exposed state. The chill of the night air seemed to cut thr...

Chapter 3: Facing the Raw Truth The alarm blared, shattering the fragile calm of my sleep just past seven-thirty. The sound, relentless and jarring, pulled me from a restless slumber that had barely begun, and last night at the gallery had turned my whole world upside down, stripping away more than ...

Chapter 4: Uncharted Territory The relentless buzz of my alarm clock yanked me out of sleep a few minutes before it was supposed to go off. There was no point in drifting back into slumber; I was awake now. Today was Tuesday, marking the second day of my two-day stint as a fully exposed worker, a si...

Dear Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read my second attempt at sharing this long-thought story, which I’ve felt has been lost between First and Second Avenue, languishing in a ditch and struggling to find its way out. This narrative has been a journey, and I hope this latest version will f...

My name is Serena O’Sullivan. I’m 20 years old, a second-year student at Havencrest University, and I never imagined I would find myself here—sealed inside a transparent prison, on full display, yet utterly isolated. The glass walls are seamless, encasing me like some specimen meant to be studied. M...

Their giggles filled the gallery as they crowded around the glass box, pointing and whispering. “Is she really in there?!” one of them exclaimed, her voice dripping with both disbelief and fascination. “Like, completely naked?” Serena wanted to curl in on herself, to shrink away into nothingness, bu...

With every passing moment, her sense of self eroded further. The reality of the exhibition felt more like a nightmare, each second a reminder of her vulnerability. She longed for the night to end, for the darkness to swallow her shame, but it stretched on endlessly, leaving her feeling more trapped ...

Thursday morning arrived with a hesitant promise of freedom, though the familiar weight of dread still hung in the air. The gallery, once again filled with the morning sun, cast a warm glow over Serena’s glass enclosure. She blinked awake, the remnants of restless sleep fading as her mind began to p...