Samantha Uncontrolled

[TiramiSu]

Personally, while I view real-world blackmail as a vile criminal act, I don't see the use of blackmail per se (i.e. viewed as an instrument independent of any harmful or traumatizing use that can be made of the power that it brings) as a problem at all as a narrative device in the context of a fictional ENF story; quite to the contrary, it's actually a great situational canvas/framework for the one thing that makes an ENF story great, which is what I would call the arousal loop: when the main character is brought to experiencing a sucession of ENF situations bringing her against her will to a strong sexual arousal that keeps getting amplified in a feedback loop with embarrassment and domination (that awakens her submissive desires against her will) and every now and then the culmination of that growing arousal into a mindblowing orgasm where reluctant desire and pleasure overcome any inhibition and self control… which again can get instrumentalized to feed that loop of emotions etc.

The problem is when the core of a story, what the blackmail is used for, is not about that loop between ENF and arousal and reluctant sensual awakening of the deeper submissive side but about bullying with an emotional focus on terror and traumatization instead. Then it gets quickly boring at first and mildly disgusting (unless one gets off on bullying/debasement/terror/traumatizing per se, which I don't) and if it goes on, to a loss of the suspension of disbelief and to questioning the story. A strong arousal loop is imho the one key element capable of making such otherwise (when too concentrated or too focus-grabbing) problematic elements (bullying/terror/debasement/traumatizing) pass in an ENF fiction story without leading to that. And the more of those there is, the more of an arousal loop it takes to make it interesting.

So while I disagree about the blackmail per se (which I see as a perfectly valid and useful canvas for an ENF fiction story - independently of any criminological assessment that would be of major relevance in a real life case), I do share the concern about the story's course lately taking imho a too strong prevalence of bullying/terror/debasement/traumatizing with not enough of an arousal loop to pull them through. The parts that had more of the latter were absolutely marvelous, so there's definintely a huge potential in this story; it's just a matter of balance imho… which of course I am aware, is subjective, just expressing my own view/taste/opinion.

[Hooked6]

Fixitman8267, It is clear that you aren't into blackmail stories which is perfectly fine. Everyone has their own preferences which is what makes this board such a great place to visit. What I will NEVER understand is why people read a story, stick with it through 18 some odd lengthy chapters filled with blackmail subplots and then complain about the blackmail as if they somehow feel compelled to seek a moral high ground and shame the author for pursuing his/her fantasies. These stories are all erotic fiction by the way and no characters are actually harmed and many readers love these types of stories.

It is clear both in the author's AMY story and Samantha's story that Blackmail is an integral part of the plots from the start. So why complain or be concerned as the author continues to pursue these avenues that appeal to him/her? If the story isn't to your liking, you can easily move on to the many other stories on this fine board. If blackmail or humiliation isn't part of your liking, I would also encourage you to write your own story containing elements that you do prefer, instead of trying to mold the author of this fine story to your personal tastes. Just a thought.

I for one feel the author is doing a fine job so and hope the author continues to write what moves him.

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[mcenf]

Hello everyone!

I want to take a moment to thank you for all the messages and feedback I’ve received regarding the stories of Amy and Samantha. I completely understand that people have different tastes, and perceptions of this type of narrative can vary greatly. As Hooked mentions, these stories are purely erotic fiction, and it’s important to remember that no character is truly harmed, nor should they be seen as something that should happen in real life.

I truly appreciate the time you take to read and share your thoughts, and that motivates me to keep writing. My intention is to continue developing the stories as I imagine them, moving the plot forward in a way that reflects what I’d like to explore and share with you all.

[Fixitman8267]

Fixitman8267, It is clear that you aren't into blackmail stories which is perfectly fine. Everyone has their own preferences which is what makes this board such a great place to visit. What I will NEVER understand is why people read a story, stick with it through 18 some odd lengthy chapters filled with blackmail subplots and then complain about the blackmail as if they somehow feel compelled to seek a moral high ground and shame the author for pursuing his/her fantasies. These stories are all erotic fiction by the way and no characters are actually harmed and many readers love these types of stories.

It is clear both in the author's AMY story and Samantha's story that Blackmail is an integral part of the plots from the start. So why complain or be concerned as the author continues to pursue these avenues that appeal to him/her? If the story isn't to your liking, you can easily move on to the many other stories on this fine board. If blackmail or humiliation isn't part of your liking, I would also encourage you to write your own story containing elements that you do prefer, instead of trying to mold the author of this fine story to your personal tastes. Just a thought.

I for one feel the author is doing a fine job so and hope the author continues to write what moves him.

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Believe it or not, I do write my own stories. It was not my intention to shame the author. I have a problem with bullying due to my own personal history. It's not blackmail I have an issue with, it's the balance between allowing the blackmailer to release the first pictures/videos vs continuing to allow the blackmailer to gather more pictures/videos by continuing to do what the blackmailer wants. I continue to read the story despite the elements I don't like because I enjoy the naked adventures as something I have either done myself when I was younger or something I would do.

The adventures themselves are neutral, it's why she is doing them that we are discussing. I can ignore the elements I don't care for (bullying and blackmail) so I can enjoy the elements I do like (the naked adventures).

Don't get me wrong, the stories are well-written. I like most stories where a female ends up naked. I just prefer they end up naked because they enjoy it not because they are forced into it. There are some women who can only enjoy it when they are embarrassed and humiliated but not when they try to do it on their own. It's my own traumatic hang-up, so it does not reflect back on the author.

Regardless of how I feel about certain elements of any story, I will continue to read them for the naked adventures. These stories are my only escape from my reality. I am too old and disabled to enjoy such adventures anymore.

What I have found interesting is how each author reacts to any comment that is even remotely negative. I have met authors that will calmy and intelligently discuss any negative feedback and others that will report you and block you from commenting. They don't seem to realize or care that the comments aren't there just to stroke their egos with positive feedback. I believe that negative comments written respectfully can be just as valuable as positive feedback.

I have received some pretty rude and disrespectful comments on a story or two before. But the majority of any negative comments are fair and respectful opinions. As an author, if the comment is respectful and honest I will respond in kind. If the comment is hateful and disrespectful, I just delete it. A person like that wouldn't appreciate a reply in kind anyway.

I don't like trolls and refuse to be one. If there is a story I think is so awful it should never have been posted, I just leave. I won't comment on it. If I feel it has elements that are offensive and/or violate the rules I will report it and let the admins deal with it.

I will never understand why people feel they have to be mean and hateful in their comments and I never want anyone to think my comments are that way. If so, I apologize, it was not my intent. Just because I say something negative about something in a story, doesn't mean I don't like the story in general.

[EddieDavidson]

Fixitman8267, It is clear that you aren't into blackmail stories which is perfectly fine. Everyone has their own preferences which is what makes this board such a great place to visit. What I will NEVER understand is why people read a story, stick with it through 18 some odd lengthy chapters filled with blackmail subplots and then complain about the blackmail as if they somehow feel compelled to seek a moral high ground and shame the author for pursuing his/her fantasies. These stories are all erotic fiction by the way and no characters are actually harmed and many readers love these types of stories.

His constant trolling and negativity have ended my contributions to this page. He's still posting his negative "This story sucks" on my stories as well under the guise that it is "feedback" and not just unwelcome negative trolling.

What a coincidence his only contribution to the page is to discourage authors from writing, while decrying his "Free speech" being infringed by asking him to just move on and read something else, if he doesn't like it. (Which he accuses me of 'harassing' him by doing when he posted his diatribe against my story)

A deeply broken human being.

I had to turn off the ability to receive private messages, because I don't know how to block him there. I put him and "Somebody" on "foes" which allows me to see he is continuing to pile on to a story I had just started, but not what he is saying. I don't know how to delete the stories, but now they are great targets for his incessant trolling to continue.

I'd like to delete the post entirely. Seeing your response tells me I am not his only target, and he won't be happy until everyone is writing only stories he personally likes/so he'll run off anyone who doesn't, or hassle them endlessly.

I thought this was a positive place, unlike SOL, but I was super wrong about that.

Would love for you to come to SOL and post, Hooked6. You are one of the primary reasons I am here anyway. At least there you can turn off comments, and delete permanently someone who pulls a "Fixitman" from ever commenting your stories or turn off comments entirely..

[mcenf]

The silence in the botanical garden became deafening. Megan and Julia's laughter and whispers suddenly vanished, leaving only the sound of the fountain in the center and the occasional crunch of gravel under my feet. I turned around, searching for the girls, but there was no trace of them.

"Megan? Julia?" I murmured, attempting to call out to them, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn't risk anyone else hearing me, anyone who wasn't part of this cruel game.

Where did they go? My feet trembled with each step as I walked along the gravel path, the small pebbles digging into my sensitive skin. The moisture from the water that still soaked my body made my skin sticky and vulnerable, every slight breeze reminding me of my state.

I couldn't process whether they were hiding from me or if they had actually abandoned me. Both options were equally terrifying. My heart pounded, and a sense of desperation began to overwhelm me. This is absurd, surreal. I'm the adult here. I'm the one who should be in control. But look at me now... searching like a lost child.

The situation was completely surreal: two girls, dressed in their immaculate school uniforms, playing hide-and-seek like little girls, while I, naked, vulnerable, and ashamed, had to search for them in a place that already felt oppressive to me.

I slowly advanced towards a set of tall bushes that bordered a narrower path. Every crunch under my feet made me shiver; the noise seemed amplified in the garden's silence. I stopped next to one of the bushes and peered timidly, expecting to find a familiar figure, but there was no one. The sound of the distant fountain seemed to mock me, a constant in this seemingly endless place.

My movements were careful, my breath catching as I tried to remain quiet. If someone appears now, I'm done for. No one will see an engineer searching for teenagers. They will see a woman... a completely naked woman from head to toe, who shouldn't be here. Shame burned inside me like a slow fire.

I looked towards another corner of the garden where some bushes formed a natural arch. Perhaps they were hiding there. I took a few steps towards the spot, feeling the ground change beneath my feet. The gravel mixed with softer soil, sticking to my damp soles with each step. I crouched behind a nearby bush and listened. Nothing.

"Where are they?" I whispered again, this time with more frustration than fear.

With each passing minute without finding them, the panic grew. The idea that they had actually abandoned me began to take root. What if they've left me here alone... How will I get out of this place? I have no way back. I have nothing.

I moved towards another corner of the garden where a white marble statue stood tall and serene. I hid behind a nearby bench, my body pressed against the cold metal in a desperate attempt to cover myself. I scanned the area, looking for any sign of movement. But there was nothing, only the whisper of the wind and the distant chirping of birds. Is this part of the game? Or have they really left?

Time seemed to drag on, and with each empty corner I found, my embarrassment grew. I knew that in my current state, I couldn't simply run through the garden aimlessly. Every time I took a step, the fear of being seen by any visitors increased. I felt like a mouse trapped in a labyrinth, not knowing if there was an exit.

Eternally long minutes of searching and desperation had passed. My body trembled, not only from the cold against my sweaty skin, but also from the anxiety consuming me. I had taken refuge behind a statue, hoping to see Megan and Julia appear at any moment. But time had stood still, along with my patience.

Suddenly, a sharp and sudden sound broke the silence, making me jump. My eyes widened, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest. The scare was immense, and my body reacted instinctively.

"Boo!" Julia emerged from the bushes with a mischievous expression, causing me to squeal and shrink back, wishing to disappear. My heart was pounding like a locomotive, and at that moment, I lost control.

"Ahh!" My scream echoed through the garden, and in that instant, I lost control. The tension and scare were too much. I felt a familiar warmth in my crotch, and before I could process what was happening, a few drops of urine fell onto my feet.

"No, no, no!" I whispered, but it was too late. My body, betrayed by the scare, gave in. A stream of urine gushed out of me, soaking my legs and the ground. I felt utterly humiliated, with tears in my eyes as the warm stream continued to flow.

Julia and Megan emerged from the bushes, their faces a mix of surprise and amusement. Their eyes widened at the sight of my situation, and Megan exclaimed, "Oh my god!" while covering her mouth. Julia, always ready for action, quickly pulled out her phone and started recording, her laughter echoing through the garden.

"No, please, stop!" I pleaded, but my voice was lost in the sound of urine hitting the ground and my silent sobbing. I felt humiliated and vulnerable, and my body shook uncontrollably. The warm stream kept flowing, and my face burned with embarrassment as Julia captured every moment in her cruel recording.

The stream of urine didn't cease, and my body, betrayed by the scare, continued to give in. The constant flow soaked my legs and the ground beneath my feet. I felt completely humiliated, the warm urine running down my thighs, while Megan and Julia laughed uncontrollably.

"Look, look!" Julia pointed enthusiastically, her laughter mixed with taunts. "I can't believe I'm actually recording this." Megan doubled over with laughter, her hand still covering her mouth.

The stream of urine showed no signs of stopping, and my body shook uncontrollably. Julia's taunts hurt me, but I couldn't do anything to stop them. I felt small and vulnerable, wishing the earth would swallow me up in that instant. The warm stream kept flowing, and I felt even more humiliated.

"Please, enough!" I begged, my voice breaking. But my plea only encouraged them further. Julia approached, her phone still recording, and with a mischievous smile, she said, "Oh my god, I can't believe she actually peed herself."

The stream of urine finally stopped, leaving me exhausted and trembling. I remained still, the urine still running down my legs, as the girls laughed and commented on my degradation. I felt exposed and humiliated, and a final solitary tear rolled down my cheek.

"You know what, Julia? I think we should keep this video to show it to Valeria later. She'll love it," Megan said amid laughter, focusing the camera on me as I tried in vain to cover myself even more.

My mind was clouded, a mix of humiliation, anger, and sadness. I felt every word like a direct hit. I knew there was no escape, and any attempt to defend myself would only fuel their taunts further.

Julia burst into laughter, still reviewing the video on her phone. "Definitely, Valeria has to see this video. She'll die laughing when she watches it."

"Totally," Megan added with a mischievous smile, as she checked the video Julia had sent to her own phone. "This will be the best thing I see all week."

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and my body trembled slightly, not only from the cold of my wet and dirty legs but also from the absolute humiliation of what had just happened. I tried to compose myself a bit, but my thoughts were in chaos. I can't believe my own cousin would do this to me... and then tell Valeria about it as if it were a joke.

"Please," I whispered, barely raising my voice, "that's enough. Can we go back to the car? I need... to clean up." My voice sounded so weak that I barely recognized it.

Megan and Julia looked at me as if I had just said the funniest thing in the world. "Clean up? From what? You're already perfectly natural, even all peed on!" Megan said amid laughter.

"Come on, Samy," Julia intervened, still smiling. "The tour can't be far now. Besides, don't you want to see what else we find? Maybe there's another bridge... or something more fun." Her tone was laced with mockery.

Before I could refute, they started moving forward on the path again, leaving me behind, still trembling, barefoot, and with a mind in disarray. This can't be happening. I need to go back. I need to get out of here. But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and I had no choice but to follow them.

As we walked, I felt the texture of the ground changing again beneath my feet. The small stones and dust of the path were now mixed with bits of dry branches and fallen leaves, which stuck to my wet skin with every step. Each time a small branch pricked me, my body jerked in response. The air was heavier, and the sound of birds mixed with the distant laughter of the girls.

The path finally led us to something unexpected: a small neighborhood. The houses were humble but pretty, painted in bright colors that stood out against the green surroundings. In the distance, a group of children played happily, their laughter filling the air.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of them. No. This can't be happening. Instinctively, I crouched behind a nearby bush, trying to hide from their potential gazes.

"What's up, Samy? Don't you want to greet the little kids?" Julia asked, clearly amused by my reaction.

Megan turned to look at me, leaning on her hip with a relaxed gesture. "Oh, come on, Samy. I'm sure the kids would be nice to you. They might even lend you something. Of course, I doubt they'll fit you."

Her words chilled my blood. Of course not! I couldn't even imagine facing those kids in my state. I was a mess, both physically and emotionally. My hair was still wet and messy, my legs were dirty and sticky, and my skin still bore the traces of the tears I hadn't been able to hold back earlier.

"Please," I managed to say in a faint voice, as I clenched my voice, as I clenched my fists. "I can't... I can't do this."

But the girls didn't seem to listen. Julia pointed towards the neighborhood with her finger, as if marking a spot on a map. "Look, there's a small park right next to those houses. How about we go check it out?"

Megan nodded, already walking in that direction. "Good idea! We might find something interesting. Come on, Samy."

"No!" I whispered in panic, my body frozen as I watched them walk away.

The children's laughter became increasingly audible, and each sound made me sink deeper into my makeshift hiding place. This is a disaster. I can't go out. I can't let them go so far... but I can't stay here either. What do I do?

My hands shook as I tried to hold back tears. I knew that if I didn't follow them, they would find a way to make everything even more embarrassing.

The girls strode forward with a light step, fully dressed in their immaculate uniforms. Megan and Julia exchanged comments and laughter, completely unaware of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. They knew that, no matter how much I resisted, I would eventually follow them. I couldn't stay alone in this unfamiliar place, let alone being so naked and vulnerable. If they find me here like this... I'll never feel whole again.

The small neighborhood we had approached seemed like a world apart, as if taken from another era. The houses were simple, some built with wood and others with worn-out bricks that seemed to have been painted long ago. The windows lacked glass, and in their place, there were cheap fabric curtains that waved slightly in the breeze. The place had an air of tranquility, as if shielded from the chaos of the outside world. However, it was also evident that its inhabitants had limited access to many comforts. There's no internet here, and they probably don't even have stable electricity... how do people live like this... I thought as my eyes scrutinized the surroundings.

In the center of the neighborhood, a small park stood out as the only recreational space. It was modest, with a couple of rusty swings, a metal slide that reflected the sun, and a frame of bars for climbing that looked about to give in to time. Nonetheless, for the children playing there, the place was a paradise. Innocent laughter filled the air as they ran and shouted with joy.

I hid behind a low wall that marked the park's boundary. From my hiding spot, I observed how the children played with total freedom, oblivious to my shame and fear. A lump formed in my throat as I saw their faces filled with happiness. Their clothes were clean but simple, and their bare feet moved carefree across the dusty ground. They have no idea what shame means... Why can't I be like them, even for a second?

"Samy!" Megan's voice cut through my train of thought like a blade. I turned to see her looking at me with a mix of amusement and authority. "What are you doing hiding there? Go to the park. Join them."

"Yes, Samy!" added Julia, laughing while pointing towards the children. "They'll surely welcome you with open arms. Come on, it'll be fun."

My heart flipped, and I felt my legs refusing to move. "No... I can't do that. Please, don't make me do this," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

"Of course, you can," Megan replied with a challenging smile. "Look, they have no idea who you are. You're just one more person. What's the harm?"

With my stomach in knots and my hands trying to cover myself as best as possible, I had no choice but to take a step towards the park. Each step felt like a hammer blow to my dignity. The ground beneath my bare feet was dusty, and every grain of sand seemed to stick to my skin, intensifying the feeling of vulnerability. The hot air felt heavy, but I couldn't focus on anything other than my exposure.

When the children saw me, their laughter paused for an instant, their eyes full of curiosity. I froze, wishing the earth would swallow me up.

"Look! A big girl!" exclaimed one of the children, a little one with messy hair and a smile full of crooked teeth.

"Why isn't she wearing clothes?" asked a girl, staring with a mix of innocence and amusement. The other children giggled, and soon they surrounded me, their eyes full of questions.

"Are you playing a game?" asked another boy, holding a stick that he used as an imaginary sword. "Are you playing hide-and-seek like us?"

I wanted to respond, explain, make them understand that this wasn't a game, but my lips wouldn't move. I could only look around, my face burning with shame while the children laughed and stared at me from head to toe. They're just kids, they don't understand... but that doesn't make this any less humiliating.

"Do you want to play with us?" the girl asked, pointing towards the swings. "You can be the one who catches us. Come on!"

"Yes, come on," the other children chimed in, jumping and running around me with boundless energy.

My legs trembled as I tried to decide what to do. How did I end up here? This can't be happening. I'm a professional, an engineer. I can't be... like this, with children inviting me to play as if I were one of them.

Meanwhile, Megan and Julia burst into laughter from their spot, holding up their phones to capture every second of my misery. "Come on, Samy! Have some fun! Play for a while, you need to relax!" Megan shouted between laughs.

"Don't worry, Samy," Julia added. "They're welcoming you better than the office, don't you think?"

My heart sank even further as the children enthusiastically surrounded me. Their innocent laughter wasn't cruel, but every sound was a dagger to my pride. How do I get out of this? What do I do now?

My legs trembled as the children ran around me, their laughter filling the air with a mix of innocence and chaos. They kept inviting me to join their game, their small voices filled with excitement.

"Come on, run! You're it!" shouted one of the kids, his messy hair bouncing with every move.

"Yes, come! It's fun!" insisted a girl, pointing to an open area of the park. Her big eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, unaware of my embarrassment.

How is it possible that I'm here? Playing with children while I'm completely naked from head to toe? This is so surreal it hurts. My mind screamed for me to stop, to stand still, but the giggles of Megan and Julia in the distance made me understand that I had no other choice. If I didn't play, the girls' taunts would be even crueler. I just have to do the bare minimum. Survive this and move on.

"Okay," I murmured, barely audible, as I took a clumsy step towards the children. My body was rigid, and my arms remained firmly around my chest and abdomen, trying to cover as much as I could. The kids didn't seem to notice my discomfort. To them, I was just another adult caught in their playful world.

"It's your turn to catch us!" exclaimed a boy, running off with a mischievous smile. The others followed, spreading out across the park with laughter that resonated like bells.

My feet moved slowly at first, the ground beneath them filled with dust and small pebbles sticking to my wet skin. Every step reminded me of how exposed I was, how humiliating this situation was. But I couldn't stop. The children kept running, laughing, and shouting.

"Catch me if you can!" shouted a girl from the swing, swinging forcefully while challenging me with her gaze.

I took a deep breath, feeling my chest rise and fall. This isn't real. This isn't real. Just follow the game and get out of here. I approached the swing, extending my hand towards the girl, who jumped just before I could reach her. My arms instinctively returned to covering myself, but her laughter made me feel like I had accomplished something: I had met her expectation, at least for a moment.

Soon, other children joined in, running around me, lightly brushing against me with their hands as they dodged my clumsy attempts to catch them. My embarrassment didn't lessen, but at least the kids were too busy with their game to notice how much I was suffering inside.

"Catch her!" shouted a boy, pointing to one of the smaller girls who was hiding behind a tree. I forced myself to keep walking towards her, my arms still awkwardly wrapped around my chest, my face burning with each laugh I heard around me.

Every time I tried to get close to a child, they would easily escape, their light and quick movements contrasting with my stiff and ashamed gestures. Megan and Julia's gazes, not missing a second of what was happening, burned more than the sun. I knew they were recording everything, capturing every clumsy step, every desperate glance.

"Run, Samy! You're too slow!" Megan shouted from a distance, amid laughter.

"I think she likes playing with them! Look at her, she seems to be in her element," added Julia, her voice full of mockery.

I couldn't take it anymore. My breathing was shallow, and my arms were still tightly wrapped around my chest and stomach, trying to cover as much as I could. I stopped for a moment, trying to catch my breath. The children kept running and laughing, unaware of my inner torment. Please, let this end soon. I don't know how much more I can take.

As I stood there, trying to decide my next move, I noticed one of the children approaching me. "Are you okay? Are you tired?" he asked with an innocent smile. His concern surprised me, but I couldn't respond. I just nodded clumsily before straightening up and forcing a small smile.

"I'm fine," I murmured, far from actually being fine.

My legs were trembling as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my chest heaved up and down agitatedly, but the children showed no signs of slowing down. They continued running around me, laughing and shouting as if this game were the most thrilling moment of their lives. Then, one of the children, a small boy with tousled hair and rosy cheeks, pointed towards where Julia and Megan stood.

"Look, they have phones! Can they take a picture of us?" he exclaimed, jumping with excitement. The other children looked at him and started clapping, joining in his enthusiasm.

"Yes, a photo! We want a photo!" shouted a girl as she spun around me.

Oh no. No, no, no... My mind panicked, and my arms automatically tightened against my body. "I don't think that's a good idea," I murmured, but my voice was drowned out by the laughter and screams of the children.

"Come on, Samy! It would be adorable," Julia said, approaching me with her phone in hand and a mocking smile. "All the kids want a picture with you. It would be rude to say no."

"You don't want to ruin their fun, do you?" Megan added, her voice laced with the saccharine tone I so despised. Her phone was also ready, pointing directly at me.

"Honestly, I don't—" I tried to say, but the children were already encouraging me, gently pulling at my hands and surrounding me. Their eyes sparkled with excitement, and one of them even grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the rusty swing that stood in the center of the small park.

"Sit here! It'll be perfect," said a girl, pointing at the swing. There was no way to refuse with the children insisting and the girls waiting with their cameras ready. I knew any resistance would be futile.

With trembling legs, I approached the swing. The metal structure was old and covered in patches of rust, and the chain squeaked in protest as I clumsily lowered myself into the seat. My arms tightened around my torso, and my legs awkwardly came together, trying to cover as much as I could.

"Smile now, Samy!" Megan shouted as she moved a little closer with her phone.

The children began to position themselves around me. Two of them stood behind me, grabbing the swing chains as if they wanted to push, while another two sat on the ground at my feet, crossing their legs and looking directly at the camera with huge smiles. A small girl with messy braids and a dirt-stained dress stood by my side, holding my arm as if we were the best of friends.

"Ready, everyone!" said Julia, focusing on us with her phone. Megan stood by her side, making sure to capture every moment.

"Don't forget to smile, Samy," added Megan, her tone full of mockery.

My face heated up, and for a moment, I felt like my heart would stop. This is surreal. I'm here, surrounded by children, in this state... and they're taking photos as if it's some kind of spectacle. I swallowed hard, trying to hide my desperation, and forced a small smile.

"That's it! That's how you do it," said Julia as she took the first photo. The children were thrilled, laughing and posing as if they were professional models.

"One more!" said Megan, leaning slightly to get a different angle.

As they took the photos, I felt every second like an eternity. The rough texture of the swing seat dug into my skin, and the sweat kept sliding down my back. The smell of rusted metal filled my nose, mixing with the scent of earth and the heat of the day. My hands clenched my sides tightly, trying to maintain my composure while the cameras continued capturing my humiliation.

"Now let's push her on the swing!" shouted one of the children, and the others started getting excited about the idea.

"Oh, yes, Samy in motion!" Julia laughed, raising her phone to record.

"No, no need!" I exclaimed quickly, my voice louder than I intended. But the children were already behind me, grabbing the swing chains with their tiny hands.

"One, two, three!" they counted in unison before giving me a slight push.

The swing moved just a few centimeters, but it was enough to make me feel even more humiliated. Megan and Julia burst into peals of laughter, recording every second. My forced smile vanished, and I lowered my head, wishing for all of this to end soon.

"I think we have enough photos now," Julia finally said, putting away her phone. Megan nodded, still unable to stop laughing.

"Thanks for the photo!" said one of the children, raising his hand as if he had accomplished something great.

The other children clapped and started running back to the park, ready to continue playing. But I remained on the swing, unsure whether to feel relief that the photos were over or embarrassment for everything that had just happened.

Suddenly, a deep but kind voice interrupted the scene. "Children, it's time to eat! Come on, hurry up." I turned my head and saw an elderly lady approaching slowly with a small basket in her hand. Her hair was completely white, pulled back into a bun, and she wore a simple yet well-kept dress. The woman seemed serene, almost indifferent to the chaos unfolding around her.

The sound of my stomach's growl echoed like a reverberation in the park, and I felt my cheeks burning with sheer embarrassment. The children started laughing, pointing at me with that innocence that made their teasing even harder to bear. Meanwhile, Julia and Megan exchanged knowing glances and burst into laughter, relishing my discomfort.

The children ran towards her, excited. "Grandma, grandma, look! She's playing with us," exclaimed one of them, pointing at me.

I felt as if a spotlight had been shone on me. My body tensed, and my hands automatically tried to cover myself better, although I knew there wasn't much more I could do. The lady looked me up and down, her face remaining serene. She showed no sign of surprise or discomfort. It was as if seeing an adult in my state was completely normal for her, which, in a way, made me feel even stranger and more exposed.

Unaware of my nervousness, the children gathered around her. "Grandma, will you eat with us? She's hungry, we heard her," said a little girl, enthusiastically pointing to my stomach.

My heart sank. Please, no. Don't say anything. Don't say anything, I prayed silently. But the lady looked at me again, her eyes softening as she seemed to assess my situation.

"Well," she finally said in a calm voice, "if she's hungry, it would be impolite not to offer her something. We all need to eat, don't we?"

I felt a lump in my throat. It was impossible to tell if her tone was genuinely kind or just a formality, but the fact that she wasn't reacting as I expected, with shouting or reproaches, made me feel even more confused.

"You should accept, Samy! The lady is being very generous with you," said Julia with a mocking smile, her phone still in her hand.

"Yes, Samy," Megan added, feigning a supportive tone. "It's rare for someone to be so kind to you. It would be a waste not to accept."

"I..." My voice came out broken, barely a whisper. I didn't know what to do. On one hand, hunger was weakening me more with each passing moment. On the other, the idea of sitting down to eat with this lady and the children, in my current state, made me wish the ground would swallow me up.

"Come now, young lady," said the lady, extending her hand towards the basket. "I have enough for everyone. A little food will do you good."

The children started encouraging me, gently pulling my hands to join them. I felt the heat rise to my face while my feet, bare and muddy, hesitated on the ground.

"I think it's your chance to eat something, Samy," said Julia, laughing as she captured every moment with her phone. Megan couldn't stop smiling, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

Finally, with a heavy heart and stiff movements, I took a step towards the lady. Her kind gaze contrasted with the laughter and taunts I felt around me, and for a moment, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could survive this humiliation a little longer.

The children quickly settled onto what appeared to be a makeshift picnic table. It was low, made of rustic wood and clearly worn by time. The boards creaked slightly under the weight of the little ones, who sat on small benches around it, laughing and chatting among themselves. However, there was no space for me, and the lady, without even glancing my way, pointed to a spot on the ground.

"There, girl. Sit wherever you can," she said in a neutral tone, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

My legs shook at her words. Slowly, I knelt on the ground, feeling the dust and tiny pebbles against my damp skin. I tried to keep my legs together as I sat, but it was uncomfortable and unstable. Finally, my knees gave way, spreading apart at a 45-degree angle while my bottom barely touched the ground. My God, this is humiliating, I thought as I made a titanic effort to cover myself with one hand, even though I knew it wasn't doing much.

With my other hand, I tried to take the food the lady offered me: a stew-like dish wrapped in leaves. The texture was slippery, and the aroma, though not unpleasant, was unfamiliar to me. The children ate happily, some with their hands, others with worn plastic spoons, while I struggled to maintain my composure in that uncomfortable position.

I took a small bite, trying not to draw attention. But as soon as the flavor filled my mouth, I couldn't help but make a face of distaste. It was sour and bitter, with a strange texture that crumbled between my teeth. It was unlike anything I had eaten before, and I certainly didn't want to eat it now.

"What's wrong, girl? Don't you like it?" the lady asked, stopping abruptly and fixing me with a serious stare.

"I... um, no, it's not that... it's just that I'm not used to it..." I stammered, feeling my face burning with embarrassment.

"Ah, I see," the lady said, crossing her arms. "Of course, someone like you, who doesn't even have enough to cover herself, must be accustomed to finer delicacies, right? How ironic."

Her words hit me like a brick. I felt the heat rise to my face as I tried to stammer out a response. "I... I didn't mean..."

"If you don't like it, don't eat it, but don't make those faces. Here, food is not wasted," she continued, her tone firm like that of a mother scolding a disobedient child.

The children exchanged glances and then started laughing softly, which only increased my embarrassment. Megan and Julia, of course, relished my humiliation from a distance, capturing every moment on camera.

"Forgive me, ma'am," I murmured, lowering my head as my hands trembled. I tried to take another bite, forcing myself to swallow it without showing any expression this time, even though my stomach protested.

What can I say? I thought, looking at my reflection in the eyes of the children who watched me with curiosity. Every movement, every breath, felt like a reminder of how out of place I was in this little corner of the world.

Megan and Julia, as always, couldn't resist adding more fuel to the fire. From their position further back, they started talking to the lady, their voices laced with false admiration and veiled mockery.

"Did you know that Samy here is a very respected engineer?" Megan said, with a smile that seemed carved in sarcasm. "Yes, she works for a big, very important company."

Julia chimed in, adding with an exaggerated tone of seriousness: "And she's super smart and responsible, too. Always on top of everything, right, Samy?"

I felt a knot in my stomach, even tighter than the hunger I'd been enduring all day. The children's gazes turned to me, more inquisitive, while the lady scrutinized me up and down, her eyes narrowed as if trying to decipher an impossible puzzle.

"An engineer, you say?" the lady repeated, her tone a mix of incredulity and harshness. "Well, she doesn't look like one. Look at her... sitting here, completely naked on the ground like a wild creature, making faces because she doesn't like the food. Is this how a respected and intelligent person behaves?"

Each word was like a direct hit. I shrunk a little more, wishing the ground would swallow me up at that moment. The children, of course, started laughing again, pointing at me with their food-covered fingers.

"In my day," the lady continued, giving me no respite, "respected people had manners. They said thank you and accepted what was offered. And if they didn't like it, they had the decency not to show it. But nowadays, it seems anyone can call themselves a professional, even if they don't have the decency to cover themselves."

Her gaze was hard, and although her tone wasn't aggressive, the shame I felt was gut-wrenching. I tried to respond, mumbling incoherently, but the words wouldn't come out. I could only feel the burning in my cheeks and feel everyone's stares on me, as if they were piercing through me.

"Maybe you should learn something from these children," she said, pointing to the enthusiastic eaters. "Look at them, they don't complain, they don't make faces. They appreciate what they have because they know every bite counts. You, on the other hand... I don't know what kind of engineer you are, but here, you just seem like someone who doesn't appreciate anything."

Julia and Megan could barely contain their laughter. Julia even pretended to wipe away a tear as she whispered, "Wow, Samy, looks like you got a lesson in humility. Lucky you."

"Yes," Megan added, blatantly mocking. "You should take notes, aren't engineers supposed to be good at learning new things?"

I couldn't look at them. Not at the girls, the lady, or the children. I could only look down and force myself to take another bite of the stew, trying to swallow it down my throat. This can't be happening. Not like this. But every chew was a mix of humiliation and resignation, while the lady's words kept echoing in my head endlessly.

The lady, realizing that she had barely tasted the stew, raised an eyebrow and shook her head in disapproval. Her tone, though calmer, remained firm: "It's best if you leave now. At this hour, the police usually pass by here, making sure everything is in order. I don't think they want any trouble."

My eyes opened wide like plates, and my heart began to beat harder. The police? No, I can't... I can't face that. The air became heavy, and for a moment, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Megan and Julia exchanged glances, and although their smiles persisted, I could see that even they considered staying longer might be a risk.

"What's beyond the path?" Julia asked curiously, as if she were still seeking new adventures.

The lady crossed her arms and looked towards the horizon, where the trees thickened. "Beyond is the nature reserve. It's a beautiful place, but it's not well-marked. You could easily get lost if you don't know the way. It's best to return the way you came."

"Oh, really? And wouldn't it be exciting to get a little lost?" Megan commented with a mocking smile, as she played with her phone.

The lady, not giving in to their provocations, advised them, "I recommend you don't play with that. It's better to return by the safe path. Besides, there are several trails that intersect; you could take a wrong one and end up who knows where."

My mind was caught in a whirlwind of anxiety. Return by the same path? But... the students, the bridge... I felt a knot in my stomach at the thought of having to pass through all those places I had barely endured before.

Megan and Julia, however, seemed delighted with the idea of prolonging my misery. Julia turned to me with a malicious smile. "Well, Samy, it seems we have two options. Do we return or explore a little more? Although, with your luck, who knows where we might end up?"

Megan leaned towards the lady. "Thanks for the advice. But I think we'll return. Samy has had enough adventure for today, hasn't she, cousin?"

I limited myself to nodding quickly, my gaze fixed on the ground, hoping this nightmare would end soon. The lady looked at us one last time, her expression still showing a slight disdain towards me. "Be careful. And make sure you don't get into trouble. Especially you, perverted engineer."

The lady called the children to come into the house, leaving us alone in the small park. Julia and Megan approached me, containing their laughter as they watched me with amusement.

"Well, Samy," Julia said, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder. "It seems the path awaits us. Let's go and see if you can keep up without tripping... again."

Megan laughed, and they both started walking back. I, with an empty stomach and a mixture of mud and sweat covering my skin, could only follow them, my mind consumed by the idea of facing each obstacle that had already shattered me before. At least this time, maybe, I can find a way out of this.

The return began with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sounds of our footsteps. Megan and Julia walked calmly, chatting and letting out little laughs that were surely at my expense. I, on the other hand, remained behind, feeling each step as a form of torture. My body was covered in a mixture of dry mud, sweat, dry urine, and the slight sting of mosquito bites. Every small movement reminded me of how exposed and vulnerable I was.

Finally, we reached the bridge. I observed it with a mixture of terror and resignation. The bridge creaked gently with the breeze, as if mocking me. Megan and Julia crossed it effortlessly, talking about any triviality, while I remained immobile at the edge, trying to gather the necessary courage.

"Come on, Samy!" Megan shouted from the other side, her voice tinged with fun. "We don't have all day."

I took a deep breath and took the first step. The bridge wobbled slightly under my weight, sending a wave of panic through my body. Don't look down. Don't look down. My bare feet felt the rough texture of the wood, and the wind crossing the river made my skin shiver even more. Each step was a challenge, but eventually I managed to reach the other side. My legs trembled when I finally touched solid ground, but at least I had overcome another obstacle.

We kept moving forward, and the path seemed longer than I remembered. Fatigue began to weigh on my body, but I didn't dare to stop. Suddenly, a sound broke the tranquility of the trail: the rhythmic trot of horses.

Panic enveloped me. What...? Are those horses? I heard male voices accompanying the sounds, and my instinct took control. I ran towards the bushes and hid behind a thick tree, trying to make myself as small as possible.

From my hiding place, I saw how two men dressed in green uniforms and mounted on robust horses, met Megan and Julia on the trail. My heart beat strongly, fearing the worst, but soon I heard the conversation.

"Good afternoon, ladies. Is everything okay here?" asked one of the officers, leaning slightly over his horse.

"Everything's perfect, officer," Julia replied with a carefree smile. "Just exploring."

"It's a beautiful place," Megan added, playing with the hem of her skirt. "It's good to know that you patrol here."

"Of course, we're here to make sure everything is in order," said the other officer. "Sometimes we find people doing inappropriate things, but it's rare. This is a pretty quiet place."

"That's good to know," Julia said. "We feel safer knowing you're here."

The officers nodded in approval, and after a few more moments of friendly chat, they continued their patrol, moving away in the opposite direction to us.

From my hiding place, I exhaled in relief, but the fear had not yet dissipated. This was too much. I knew that, in my state, an encounter with them would be the absolute end. Megan and Julia resumed their journey, but not before exchanging complicit looks, aware of my hidden whereabouts.

"Are you going to come out or are you planning to stay there all day, Samy?" Megan asked aloud, turning towards my hiding place.

With my face burning with embarrassment, I slowly came out from behind the tree. This can't get worse... I thought, though I knew I was wrong. We still hadn't reached the car.

The path seemed endless, and my mind was completely disoriented. I had no idea how much time had passed since we started this tortuous journey. Without a watch, without a phone, without absolutely anything connecting me to the real world, I was trapped in a surreal dimension of humiliation and vulnerability. However, I noticed how the daylight began to wane; the afternoon was slowly falling, and the sky acquired orange hues that barely filtered through the treetops. Under the dense canopy of the path, the atmosphere was darker, almost oppressive.

My bare feet no longer felt the initial pain when stepping on the uneven ground; they were now numb. But every step was still a struggle, especially when facing the ups and downs. Finally, we reached the point where we had started: the entrance to the path, right next to the interactive water fountain.

I looked at the fountain with a mix of relief and horror. It was turned off, the metal plates lay inert, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. Julia and Megan exchanged a knowing glance before heading straight for the control panel.

"Come on, Samy. Look at you," said Julia as she circled the fountain, inspecting me from head to toe. "You're a mess."

"You can't go back like this," added Megan, smiling as she fiddled with the control panel. "The police probably turned it off when they saw it was empty. But I think we can fix it."

"Not again..." I murmured, feeling a shiver that had nothing to do with the afternoon breeze.

The water didn't take long to come out in spurts, the icy jets surging from the metal floor and filling the air with a sound that chilled my blood. Julia pointed to the center of the fountain with a mocking smile.

"Come on, Samy. Let's go. Clean up that mess."

I didn't want to do it. I had suffered enough humiliation in this place, but at the same time, I could feel the dirt sticking to my skin. The dry mud had adhered like a second layer, and though I hated it, the girls were right. I had to clean up.

With unsteady steps, I approached the fountain as water splashed around me. The sun was already low, and the cooler temperature made the idea of getting wet again a torture. I took a small step towards the nearest jet, and the impact of the icy water made me gasp involuntarily.

"Oh, come on, Samy! You can do better than that," Megan teased, recording me with her phone.

The water seemed even colder than during the day. Every drop that touched my skin felt like an icy needle, and my body reacted with violent shivers. I walked towards the center of the fountain, letting the water soak my hair and drag the dirt from my legs and arms.

"Don't you feel better, Samy?" Julia asked sarcastically, while the girls remained comfortably dry at a safe distance.

The icy water not only dragged the dirt from my body but also the little dignity I had left. I felt each stream like a slap, reminding me of my helpless state. I trembled, shaking with every drop, remembering my defenselessness.

"That's it, Samy! Now just smile for the camera," Megan shouted, as her phone's flash illuminated my embarrassed face.

The girls laughed while I stood there, soaked and trembling, wondering how this day could end. As the sun continued to set, my body seemed to absorb more cold with every passing second in the water, and my mind could only repeat one thing to itself: I want this to end... I want it to end now.

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Icy water still dripped down my skin as the girls walked towards the car. My legs trembled as if they were about to give way at any moment, but I followed as best I could, my body drenched sticking to each gust of wind that grew stronger as the afternoon set in. Drops fell from my hair in small streams, soaking my feet while leaving marks on the cement floor of the park.

When we reached the car, I thought the torment would finally end. But I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Samy, you can't get in like that," Megan said firmly as she unlocked the car. "You'll soak my mother's upholstery, and that's non-negotiable."

"But Megan!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with both the cold and desperation.

"Calm down," Julia intervened, laughing as she opened the passenger door. "Just stay outside for a while. With this wind, you'll dry off quickly."

Before I could reply, Megan had already closed the door and was settling into the driver's seat. Julia did the same in the passenger seat, laughing loudly as she looked at me from the closed window. This can't be happening... not again...

"Come on, move a little. That way you'll dry off faster," Megan said from inside the car as if she were giving me a helpful tip.

The wind hit me full on, its coldness feeling like blades running over my drenched skin. I tried to hug myself to keep some warmth, but it was useless. My wet hair stuck to my body, making things worse, sending shivers through my entire body. I want this to end...

Julia rolled down the window a bit, just a few centimeters. "Do you feel like a wet puppy, Samy? Because that's what you look like," she said amid laughter.

My cheeks burned, though the rest of my body felt frozen. Every second standing out there, trembling and completely exposed, felt like an eternity. I tried to ignore them, looking towards the horizon, praying that somehow this ordeal would end. But the empty parking lot made me feel vulnerable. What if someone else shows up now? What would I do?

"Isn't she dry enough yet?" Julia asked, still laughing.

"Not even close," Megan replied with a smug smile as she started the engine, causing the car's rear lights to flicker. "Let's give it a few more minutes."

My teeth chattered forcefully, and my legs could barely stand firm. The wind kept battering my body, and I could only close my eyes and hope that somehow this torture would end.

The wind had finally done its job. Although I wasn't completely dry, I no longer felt the icy water running down my skin. However, I was still shivering, more from the humiliation and the constant fear of the cold. I hugged myself, praying that Megan and Julia would finally let me get into the car and put an end to this torture. But then I saw them.

Suddenly, something caught my attention. In the distance, in the direction of the trail, I saw moving figures. I blinked to make sure it wasn't an illusion caused by fatigue, but no. They were the five students we had seen entering the trail hours earlier. Their different uniforms made them unmistakable.

From afar, I could see how one of them was pointing in the direction of the car. It seemed that they wanted to approach. My chest tightened with force, and a shiver ran up my spine.

"Girls, they're coming... the boys are coming," I said in a thread of voice, trying not to panic.

Megan and Julia, comfortably seated inside the car, didn't take long to notice my reaction. "Look, Samy! I think you have visitors," said Megan with a mocking smile as she observed through the rearview mirror.

Megan and Julia burst into laughter from inside the car. Megan even pretended to look at the boys before turning her attention back to me. "Well, don't just stand there, Samy. Do something! Hide if you want!"

My entire body went into panic. I knew I couldn't let them see me, but where could I hide in such an exposed place? There were no nearby columns or trees to serve as my refuge. If I ran, they would surely see me. If I stayed still, they wouldn't take long to discover me. I decided to circle the car, keeping the vehicle between them and me.

The boys' footsteps resonated closer and closer. I observed them from behind one of the car's wheels. They were talking among themselves, laughing, and some were looking at their cell phones. They have phones... they can take pictures of me and upload them to the internet! Fear stabbed me like a physical blow.

Megan, seeing my anguish, rolled down the window and stuck her head out to observe the scene. "Oh, Samy! They're coming straight toward us. What are you going to do if they see you?"

"Stop saying that!" I whispered furiously, my heart beating so fast I felt it would jump out of my chest.

"Let me into the car, please!" I said, desperately, as I took small jumps from side to side to try to stay hidden.

"Like that, all wet? I don't believe it, Samy," Megan replied with a coldness that pierced me.

I slowly moved around the car, making sure to always keep it between the boys and me. I could now hear their voices, increasingly clear, and it seemed they were discussing something about the car.

"Look, that car looks expensive!" said one of them.

"What's it doing here? No one else is parked in this area," added another.

I clenched my teeth, praying they wouldn't get any closer. As they approached, one of them raised his cell phone, apparently recording something of the landscape. My breathing became erratic. If any of them saw me and took a picture... no, I couldn't even allow myself to think about that. This isn't happening... it can't be happening...

From inside the car, Megan and Julia were practically laughing to tears. Megan gently knocked on the window, getting my attention. "Come on, Samy, run! Or better yet, say hi. Maybe they want to meet you."

I ignored them, focusing on my slow but strategic movement. Finally, the boys stopped a few meters from the car, examining it carefully. One of them even leaned down to get a better look at the wheels. My body froze in place. Please, don't let them see me, please...

"It's a nice car," commented one of them. "Do you think there's someone inside?"

I clenched my teeth and hunched down behind the car, sticking to the bodywork as if I could merge with it. I was sure they could hear my heartbeats if they got close enough.

"Samy, they're going to spot you," Julia said in a low voice from inside the car, mocking my desperation.

"I don't know, but let's go. It's getting late," replied another, putting away his cell phone.

The relief was so intense that I almost fell to the ground. I stayed in my place, immobile, watching as the boys finally walked away. Megan and Julia, noticing my state, laughed harder than ever.

When the boys disappeared into the distance, Megan unlocked the car doors and, with a mocking smile, said: "Well, Samy, it seems you survived... for now. You can get in."

I didn't think twice. I ran to the driver's door, opened it, and threw myself into the seat.

Julia slid into the back seat, still laughing, and Megan took her place in the passenger seat. "What did you think of our adventure in the park, Samy?" asked Megan with a mocking tone as she played with the car keys.

I didn't respond. My heart was still beating strongly, and my hands trembled on the steering wheel. I had survived, but barely.

I fixed my gaze on the car screen, and my stomach turned. It was almost five in the afternoon. I did a quick calculation in my head, and a chill ran up my spine. Six hours? Have I been like this for six hours? My mind tried to process the absurdity of the situation. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it, I couldn't believe I was living this. Never in my life had I been so long without clothes on, and even less outside my home or a safe place with a bathroom.

I shuddered, feeling how every particle of air conditioning seemed to pierce my naked skin. There wasn't a second in which I didn't feel every surface, every gust, every mocking look from Megan and Julia. How can they be so cruel? But even that thought seemed futile. They weren't going to stop, and I couldn't do anything to stop them.

My hands, tense on the steering wheel, noticed every texture of the material while my heart rate remained accelerated, as if I were in constant alert. I couldn't get used to any of what I was feeling. Every touch of the seatbelt reminded me of my state. Every slight vibration of the car beneath me seemed to amplify my vulnerability. The leather of the seat remained cold against my skin, and the jolts of the engine as it started made me jump slightly. It was as if my body were in hypersensitivity mode, unable to ignore any stimulus.

I don't want to be like this... I don't want to feel like this. But I couldn't do anything. All I could do was follow Megan and Julia's orders, turned into their toy, an inexhaustible source of fun at the expense of my dignity. My chest rose and fell with short breaths, trying to calm down, but every time I thought about all the time I'd been in this state, my heart raced faster.

"Sami, have you been sleeping there with your eyes open?" Megan suddenly asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned my head towards her, but her expression was more mocking than concerned.

"It's time to take Julia home. So get moving," she added while shaking the keys in her hand as if they were a toy.

I nodded automatically. My thoughts remained scattered as I started the car and began driving. Take Julia home... then maybe it will all end, I told myself, though I knew it wasn't true.

Julia, from the back seat, leaned forward to talk to Megan. "You know? It's been a pretty productive day. I think we have enough videos to laugh at for the whole week."

"The whole week? I'd say even the whole month," Megan replied amid laughter.

Her words were like little daggers piercing my chest. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn't stop my cheeks from blushing and my hands from trembling a little on the steering wheel. Julia noticed my discomfort and added: "Sami, don't get nervous. After all, you're making history."

I didn't respond. There were no words that could improve the situation. My only hope was to quickly reach Julia's house and get rid of at least one of them.

As I drove, I felt my muscles tensing with every curve. My entire body remained on high alert, unable to relax. Even the air conditioning, which was previously just a nuisance, now seemed to amplify the cold that seeped into my skin. Every little movement was a struggle to maintain composure.

Megan glanced at me from the passenger seat. "You know? I think you should be grateful. We're giving you a unique experience, Sami. How many people can say they've lived something like this, well apart from Amy and you, of course?"

Her words made me clench my teeth. I had nothing to be grateful for. I just wanted it to end, but I knew that moment was far off. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I've allowed this to go so far, how can I be so naked for so long? But I couldn't stop it now.

The girls' laughter filled the car as I drove towards the next destination, my stomach churning with shame and powerlessness.

Upon arriving at Julia's house, I observed through the rearview mirror how Julia grabbed her backpack, smiling with that expression of triumph that seemed eternal. I said goodbye with a shy head movement, unable to find words. But my attention was fixed on the phone that Julia held with such ease. In that small device... it's all there. My stomach twisted. The mere thought of all those images and videos of my naked body stored digitally made me shudder. I knew Julia wouldn't keep it for herself. This wouldn't end here.

I started the car, heading towards Megan's house, but my mind was elsewhere. My heart pounded, and I felt a lump in my throat. Beatriz's words, her expectations, everything seemed ironic and cruel when I thought about how I had spent the day. What kind of "reliable professional" can end up in this situation?

The ringtone of my cell phone broke the silence in the car, resonating like another reminder of my inability to answer a call. I looked towards the glove compartment, with the naive hope that Megan would answer it, but, as expected, she did nothing. She let the phone ring and ring until it finally stopped.

"Aren't you going to answer, Samy?" Megan asked with a mocking tone while drumming her fingers on the window.

I didn't respond. How could I even touch the phone when it was completely out of my reach? My frustration grew, but there was nothing I could do. And as if that wasn't enough, Megan's phone rang immediately after. My body tensed, and I instantly knew who it was.

Megan, with a smile of satisfaction, slid her finger to answer. "Hello, Mom!" she said with false enthusiasm.

"Hello, Megan," Beatriz's firm and determined voice resonated through the speaker when Megan activated the hands-free mode. "I called Samantha, but it seems she's making it a habit not to answer me. I hope it's not a regular thing."

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It's not my fault. I don't have my phone with me. I wanted to shout it, but my throat closed up at the idea of trying to justify myself while Megan looked at me mockingly.

Megan laughed, as if it were a joke. "She's driving, Mom. Don't worry, she's here with me."

"I hope so," Beatriz continued. "I'm already at the airport, ready to travel. Everything is in your hands, Samantha. I hope you do a great job taking care of Megan and making sure she keeps up with her schoolwork. I also want you to make sure everything at work is under control. I trust you as a professional, Samantha. Don't let me down."

Every word from Beatriz was like a blow to my chest. I didn't know if I should feel honored by her trust or completely crushed by the irony of the situation. If only you knew... if only you knew how I've spent the day... But I couldn't say anything. I could only weakly nod while Megan contained a laugh in the passenger seat.

"I left enough money at home for whatever you need," Beatriz continued. "Samantha, remember you're in charge of everything. I don't want Megan to get out of control. You're the responsible adult here."

"Sure, Mom, don't worry," Megan replied with a tone that barely contained her amusement. She glanced at me, and her smile was a mix of mischief and mockery.

"I trust you," Beatriz finally said before hanging up.

Silence returned to the car, but it was filled with tension. Megan finally burst into laughter. "Well, Samy, you heard. You're the responsible adult. What a big responsibility!"

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of humiliation and desperation. No matter what I tried to do, it seemed that every step I took only made the situation worse.

Finally, we arrived, and I parked in front of Megan's house, watching as she got out of the car with her backpack slung over her shoulder and a calm smile on her face. Without a word, she headed towards the front door, took out the keys, and went inside, also taking my cell phone that she had retrieved from the glove compartment. Then, she closed the door behind her without even looking back.

I frowned, waiting for any sign of movement in the garage. Maybe she went to open the door from inside, I thought. Minutes passed, but the garage remained closed. Without the remote, which was probably inside the house, and without Megan to manually operate it from the inside switch, I had no way of driving the car in.

The engine was still running, and my hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. Why isn't she opening the garage? My heart started beating faster as the realization hit me: Megan wanted me to get out of the car.

I took a deep breath, looking around. The neighborhood was quiet, a typical middle-class area with neat and well-maintained houses. The gardens were tended, with flowers decorating the entrances and cars parked in the small driveways of each home. There were a couple of people walking back from work, chatting with each other or simply enjoying the end of the day. Nothing unusual... until they see me.

A couple of kids ran past on the sidewalk, probably returning from playing in the park. The afternoon was slowly fading, and although the sun still shone weakly, the shadows were lengthening. I felt the shame rising from my stomach to my throat. This wasn't an anonymous place like the trail or the park. They know me here. I've visited Megan at this house before. If any of the neighbors saw me in this state, it would be the end. I wouldn't be able to face them again.

I waited a bit longer, trying to convince myself that Megan would appear at any moment to open the garage. But I knew, I knew, that wasn't going to happen. This was her game. She was playing with me again, enjoying my desperation.

Sweat began to form on my forehead, and it wasn't because of the heat. My skin was cold, but panic was enveloping me. I had to make a decision. I could stay in the car and wait until it was completely dark, risking Megan never returning, or I could face whatever awaited me outside.

I took a deep breath, but my hands shook even more. I looked around again, making sure no one was paying too much attention. The kids had already disappeared around the corner, and the few adults I saw were too busy with their own affairs. Still, just a glance, just a quick look from someone, and I'd be done.

I turned off the engine, but I couldn't move. My feet were stuck to the car floor. I can't do it. I can't get out. But I knew I had no other choice. Megan wouldn't open that door without making sure I went through this humiliation. A new wave of shame hit me as I realized how much power she held over me at that moment.

What do I do now? My hands clung to the steering wheel as if it were an anchor in the midst of a storm. I looked towards the house again, but there were no signs of movement. Megan was comfortably inside, probably laughing at what was happening.

The neighborhood's silence was deafening, broken only by the distant bark of a dog and the occasional sound of a passing car. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm my breathing. I can do this quickly; I just run to the garage door, open it, and get back in the car. No one needs to see me. But that lie didn't comfort me. I knew that any move I made, no matter how small, would be a spectacle in my current state.

My eyes snapped open at the sound of a slamming door in the distance, someone entering a nearby house. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. What if they see me? What would they think of me? It was a level of exposure I couldn't bear.

But Megan had the key. She had control. And I had no other way.

The air inside the car felt heavy, mixed with my nerves and the desperation to find a way out of this predicament. I looked towards the back seat, trying to calculate how I could move without looking like a complete mess. I knew getting out through the driver's door was too risky; it would be like a live presentation for anyone looking towards the car. The back… maybe it's less visible from there.

With a shaky sigh, I carefully turned backwards, feeling each movement as if I was being watched. The leather of the seat was firm under my knees as I tried to maneuver stealthily. My hands sought support on the edges of the seat, but everything felt clumsy and slow. My bare feet brushed against the texture of the car's floor mat, cold and slightly rough. A sensation that would normally be insignificant now felt amplified a thousand times.

I crouched as much as I could, leaning as if trying to disappear into the reduced space of the car. I opened the back door with the least noise possible, praying that the click of the lock wouldn't sound. The door opened a few centimeters, and I poked my head out to look at the neighborhood. Everything seemed calm, but every shadow and movement put me on high alert. What if someone walks by here right now? I felt the knot in my throat tighten even more.

Putting one foot outside the car, the cold of the pavement greeted me with a shiver that ran through my entire body. My legs were trembling, both from the temperature and fear. Just a few steps to the porch. Just a few steps. I tried to convince myself as I slid along the side of the car, crouching so low that I was almost crawling. My hands were sweating, slightly slipping on the car's surface as I used it for support.

The porch was just a few meters away, but it felt like a sea of kilometers. Each second seemed to stretch, every sound made me stop, frozen in place. Upon reaching the door, I raised my hand to knock, but something stopped me. I desperately looked around, making sure there were no curious eyes watching me from the windows of the neighboring houses.

"Megan," I whispered, my voice almost inaudible due to panic. "Please, let me in." I knocked gently on the door, but there was no answer. "Megan!" This time my voice was a little louder, but still trying to keep it low. I felt the moisture of my palm as I knocked again, now more insistently.

I looked to the left and then to the right, the sweat mixing with the cold and frozen air, making me feel even more vulnerable. The wind caressed my skin, and every touch seemed to mock my situation. Finally, I heard a faint noise, and my heart leaped. But it wasn't the door.

A window slowly opened on the upper floor, and Megan appeared, leaning out with a smile that radiated pure fun. "What's up, Samy? Are you comfortable down there?"

"Megan, please let me in. This isn't funny," I pleaded, feeling how my dignity was reduced to ashes with each word.

"Not funny? I'd say this is the best comedy I've seen in a long time," she replied, laughing. "What makes you think I'll open the door for you right now?"

"Megan, please! Someone might see me." My voice trembled, both from embarrassment and fear.

"Someone like... the neighbors? Or maybe someone walking their dog," she said, putting her hand to her chin, pretending to think. "Hmmm, I don't know, Samy. Maybe you should be more convincing."

My body tensed, and I felt the blood rush to my face. This can't be happening. I looked towards the street, every shadow seemed like a potential witness, an observer of my misery. Megan just watched me from the window, enjoying the show.

"Megan, I'm serious. Open the door," I said, my tone rising slightly in desperation.

"Okay, okay," she finally said, as if doing me a favor. "I'll let you in, but you have to admit something first. Come on, say it: 'Megan, you're the best cousin in the world.'"

"Megan..." I whispered, frustrated.

"Come on, Samy. What's the harm? Say it, or maybe I'll keep watching you for a while longer."

I closed my eyes, feeling my pride completely shatter. "Megan... you're the best cousin in the world."

"What? I didn't hear you, Samy," she replied, laughing.

"Megan, you're the best cousin in the world," I repeated, louder this time, my eyes fixed on the ground.

"Ahhh, how adorable. Okay, I'm coming." She closed the window with a light tap, and my breath quickened as I waited.

Time seemed to freeze again as I waited on the porch, praying that Megan would keep her word. When I finally heard the sound of the lock turning, I felt a mix of relief and humiliation. The door slowly opened, revealing Megan with a smile that reflected how much she had enjoyed this moment.

"Welcome, Samy," she said with a mocking gesture, stepping aside to let me in. My trembling legs could barely hold me as I crossed the threshold, and I felt the warmth of the house contrasting with the cold that still embraced me.

The warm feeling of the house was short-lived. Megan stopped me with a hand gesture before I could take another step.

"Hold on, Samy. You can't go any further," she said, crossing her arms with a smile that I already knew didn't mean anything good. "The car is still outside, and we can't leave it there with the keys inside. Someone might steal it, you need to park it in the garage."

I felt my heart sink. Outside again? I looked towards the darkness of the garage, wondering if I could change her mind, but I knew Megan too well to think that was possible.

"Can't I do it later? When there's no one on the street," I tried to protest, though my voice sounded more pleading than defiant.

Megan shook her head, amused. "No, no, Samy. It would be a problem if someone steals the car. Besides, you already know how to open the garage door. The lever is right next to the door frame. Go, open it, get back to the car and park it inside. Easy, right?"

I didn't respond, my words caught in my throat. I felt like any argument would be useless. With a resigned sigh, I turned around and went back out to the porch. The cold evening air hit me, reminding me of how vulnerable I was. I leaned against the wall, carefully observing the neighborhood. The street seemed empty, but the feeling of being exposed never left me.

I quickly walked towards the side of the garage where Megan had mentioned the lever. I found it without trouble, a simple metal switch next to the wall. Come on, Sam, just do it quickly. I grabbed the lever with shaky hands and pulled it forcefully. A mechanical creak filled the air as the garage door started to slowly lift, revealing the dim interior. Perfect. One step less.

However, now came the scariest part. I have to go back to the car. I paused for a moment, listening for any sounds around me. Everything was silent, but my heart kept pounding in my chest. I instinctively crouched down, as if that could make me less visible, and started moving back towards the car.

The pavement beneath my bare feet was cold and rough, and each step felt like an eternity. My eyes constantly scanned the street, looking for any signs of movement. I saw lights turning on in some distant houses and felt my stomach tighten. Please, let no one come out. Please.

Finally, I reached the car. My reflection in the window stared back at me with an expression that mixed desperation and panic. I slid into the driver's door, opened it quickly, and dropped into the seat. The familiarity of the car's interior gave me a small relief, but I couldn't afford to relax. I started the engine and carefully maneuvered the car towards the garage.

The sound of the engine seemed louder than usual, bouncing off the walls of the house and echoing through the neighborhood. Almost there, almost there. As I reached the garage, I stopped just before entering. The entrance seemed much narrower than I remembered. What if I hit something? What if I make noise and someone comes to check?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My hands trembled on the steering wheel as I moved slowly. The car slid inside smoothly, and I exhaled the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I turned off the engine and closed my eyes for a moment. I did it.

When I lifted my head, I saw Megan leaning in the doorway leading inside the house, slowly clapping with a mocking smile on her face.

"Bravo, Samy. You did it. Was it that hard?" she asked sarcastically.

I didn't respond, I just got out of the car with shaky legs. I knew it wasn't over, but for now, at least I was inside.

Megan's mother's house was a place I knew all too well. I had visited this space countless times since I was a child. It had always been a welcoming place, almost a second home where I felt welcomed. But now, completely naked, every corner of the house felt different, as if I were seeing the place for the first time through a completely new lens.

The house design was elegant yet cozy, a mix of modernity and homely warmth. The main entrance led directly to a spacious living room, where an L-shaped sofa upholstered in a light gray tone extended in front of a huge TV mounted on the wall. The curtains were light, allowing the warm afternoon light to filter through, giving the room a relaxed feel. There was a thick beige-toned rug under the glass coffee table, and potted plants decorated the corners, adding a touch of life to the place.

The open kitchen connected to the living room, featuring a spotless marble island surrounded by high stools. The white cabinets shone under the light of the hanging lamps. It was a kitchen that looked like it was taken from a magazine, a place where one could imagine cooking calmly, not facing the overwhelming feeling of absolute vulnerability that invaded me now.

Each step I took through the house made me feel uncomfortable, as if I were breaking some invisible rule. This place was always my refuge. How is it possible that it now feels like a maze of shame? My bare feet caressed the polished floor, which was cold and smooth under my skin. Under different circumstances, it would have been a pleasant sensation, but now it only intensified my hypersensitivity. The familiarity of the space was not enough to counteract the overwhelming feeling of being completely naked.

The staircase leading to the second floor was right next to the dining area, with dark wooden railings that matched the decor. I had climbed those stairs many times, running as a child behind Megan, laughing and playing. Now, each step seemed like a psychological barrier that I couldn't cross. I felt that even in the privacy of this house, invisible eyes were watching me.

I slowly moved towards the sofa, choosing to sit on the edge, barely touching the fabric. My skin was still damp from the fountain water, and I couldn't stop thinking about how out of place I felt. I looked around, searching for something I could use to cover myself, but I knew there was nothing. My aunt had always kept the house impeccable and tidy, with no random blankets or anything I could improvise with.

The air conditioning from one of the rooms hummed softly in the background, and despite the heat of the day filtering through the windows, I felt a chill run down my spine. I tried to convince myself that I was safe, but that sense of security was illusory. Although I was surrounded by familiar walls, I couldn't ignore the reality of my situation. The familiarity of the environment only made my situation feel more surreal.

How is it possible to feel so vulnerable in such a well-known place? I shrunk a little, wrapping my arms around my torso, as if that could protect me. The touch of my own skin against mine was a constant reminder of my exposure, something I had never experienced before, at least not outside the privacy of my shower or bedroom.

I looked towards the window; the leaves of the trees swayed gently, contrasting with the internal whirlwind I felt. This was a place where I would normally have felt relaxed, but now it was the opposite. I was in a constant state of alert, as if at any moment someone could walk in and see me naked.

Megan went upstairs as soon as we entered the house, leaving me in the living room with the vague promise that she would be back in a moment. Through the whispers from the upper floor, I could hear her opening and closing drawers, probably changing her clothes. Not much time passed before she came down again, wearing a loose t-shirt and sports shorts, looking comfortable and ready to relax. It was such an overwhelming contrast to my state that I felt a knot forming in my throat.

Megan walked into the kitchen and took out a container of food that her mother had left prepared in the refrigerator. She heated it in the microwave, the familiar aroma filling the house. She set it on the dining table without ceremony.

"Eat, Samy. I don't want you to faint in my house. But first, I need you to do something for me," she said, smiling with that mix of mischief and superiority that I had learned to detest throughout the day.

Before I could respond, she pointed to a pile of books and notebooks that she had left on the table.

"There you go. My homework. You're the professional and the smart one, so you can surely handle this. I have something more important to do," she continued as she headed to the sofa, turned on the TV, and selected a movie to watch.

I felt my stomach growl with hunger, but the idea of sitting at the table to eat and do chores in my state was overwhelming. The dining chair was wooden, cold to the touch, and I knew that any movement would make me feel even more exposed. How did I end up like this? How is it possible that I'm here, doing high school homework instead of sorting out my own life?

Reluctantly, I approached the table and carefully sat on the edge of the chair, trying not to lean my entire body to minimize the uncomfortable sensation. The food in front of me was simple but nutritious: rice, chicken, and salad. I took a small bite, my appetite diminished by the constant humiliation of the day.

Meanwhile, Megan was laughing with her phone in hand, typing quickly on WhatsApp. Her laughter was enough to make me nervous, especially since I had no idea what it was about. From time to time, she would sneak glances at me, as if she was planning something.

I sighed and opened the notebooks, focusing on Megan's chores. Math, history, biology... none of them were particularly difficult, but in my state, it was complicated to concentrate. Every now and then, my thoughts would stray to what I had to sort out for the next day.

I need my clothes. I can't just show up at the office as God brought me into the world. But without the keys to my apartment, I can't even enter the building. How am I going to fix this? My mind raced, trying to find a logical solution. Asking a locksmith for help was out of the question; it would be too humiliating to explain why I had nothing with me, not even my ID. The building management wouldn't be a viable option either without my key.

The only hope I had was to convince Megan to take me to my apartment before going to school. Maybe she could open the door for me and let me get dressed properly. It wasn't an ideal solution, but it was the only thing I could imagine at that moment.

Megan let out a louder-than-usual laugh, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What are you laughing so much about?" I asked, trying to sound casual while my hands turned the pages of a history book.

"Ah, nothing important, Samy. I'm just chatting with Julia, Carla, and some other friends. Planning fun things, you know. You focus on the chores," Megan replied, her tone laden with indifference as her fingers danced across her phone screen.

Carla's name resonated in my head like a bell. Why is she talking to Carla? What are they planning together? A shiver ran down my back, not from the air conditioning, but from the feeling that something else was brewing, something in which I was sure to be the center of attention, for the worse. I tried to concentrate on finishing the chores Megan had assigned me, but Carla's name kept bouncing back into my mind. Megan didn't give any hints about what they were discussing, and although I wanted to ask, I knew it would only expose me to more ridicule.

I finished writing the answers in one of the notebooks, my mind split between the present and the immediate future. Tomorrow has to be different. It has to be. But as I looked at Megan relaxing on the sofa, her face illuminated by the TV and phone screens, I couldn't help but feel that there was still so much more to endure before this disaster ended.

Finally, after what seemed like endless hours, I managed to finish all the tasks. I leaned back in the chair, massaging my numb fingers, and gazed out the window. Darkness had already enveloped everything, and the outdoor lights of the neighborhood shone with a warm tranquility. The house was in complete silence, except for the faint murmurs of the television in the background.

Megan looked at the clock on the wall and stood up with an exaggerated yawn. "Well, Samy, it looks like it's bedtime. Good job with the tasks. Maybe tomorrow I'll hire you as my personal assistant," she joked as she walked towards the hallway.

With a casual gesture, she handed me back my cell phone. I took it as if it were a valuable object that I had recovered after a long time. When I turned it on, I saw that it didn't have much battery left, which wasn't surprising considering everything that had happened that day.

"I'll take you to the guest room. Come on, I'm sleepy," Megan said, walking towards the stairs. I followed her silently, climbing cautiously, feeling a bit more relaxed knowing that at least this part of the day was ending.

The guest room was familiar to me. I had slept there on other occasions, always dressed, always comfortable. Now, entering the room with its soft pastel-colored walls and the bed perfectly made with white sheets, I felt a strange relief. Although I was still vulnerable, at least I could be alone for a moment.

"You know the bathroom is at the end of the hallway. If you want to shower again, use whatever you need," Megan said before disappearing into her room, closing the door behind her.

I took that opportunity instantly. I entered the bathroom, locked the door securely, and stood for a moment in front of the mirror. My reflection was a mess. My hair was tangled, my skin was still damp from the whole day, and small patches of dirt were still stuck to my legs. Finally, I can take a shower. Finally, I can get clean.

I turned on the hot water, letting the steam fill the bathroom before stepping under the shower. The water ran over my body, washing away the dirt, sweat, and part of the accumulated tension. I closed my eyes, allowing myself a few minutes of calm, even though I couldn't fully relax. The idea of Megan and Carla planning something still lingered in my mind.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a large, soft towel that I found on a shelf. Although I still felt exposed, the warmth of the towel was comforting. I headed to the guest room and quickly snuggled under the sheets, enjoying the sensation of being covered for the first time all day.

As I settled into bed, I noticed how my body was finally starting to relax. The muscles in my legs were no longer tense, and my breathing stabilized little by little. Tomorrow will be another day. I just have to get through this. I just have to get to my apartment and retrieve my clothes.

With that thought, I closed my eyes and let sleep envelop me, hoping the night would offer a respite after an endless day.

[mcenf]

For now, I’ve taken the story up to this point while I organize the next day for Samantha. In the meantime, I’ve decided to pick up Amy’s story again, which I’m very excited about. Little by little, I’ll continue making progress on both stories, aiming to give each one the development they deserve. Thank you for your messages—they’ve been incredibly helpful in inspiring me to continue with these stories!

[Hooked6]

I loved the vivid scenes in chapter 19 of naked Sam being coerced into to playing with the children in the remote and impoverished neighborhood. You also captured amazingly well the innocence of the youth taking the embarrassed Sam in stride as well as describing the actions the elderly, skeptical grandmother.

Once again I must tell you I am really enjoying this story.

Looking forward to more Amy installments in her story as well as further additions of Samantha's weekend with Megan.

Hooked6

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[somebo999]

fixitman while I dont doubt your intention being harmless keep in mind that different people have different tastes. Dont be mean to people that like different things. And keep in mind those stories are all fictional. They arent real and no one writing these stories wants them to be real. That someone writes about blackmail and bullying doesnt mean they want people to be blackmailed and bullied in real life. And that is something from reading your posts it seems you struggle to understand. You are free to like or not like a story. To like blackmail and bullying or to not to in stories. But again keep in mind every story is fictional. Its not real and any similarities with real people is a coincidence unless otherwise stated so. And writers tend to write stuff they want in their stories. There are only a few stories I consider perfect to with my preferences but that doesnt mean I will tell the author they should not write that kind off stuff in their stories or that they should write what I want to see. its their story not mine and im free to enjoy it or to not enjoy it.

To mcenf please keep writing even if some people are negative. know that from what I have seen much more people are positive about your stories and enjoy them. Its the downside off being populair that you also gather hate. But remember that the hate almost always is much less as the people that are positive.