Samantha Uncontrolled

[Rawr112]

One of the best stories on here thank you

[Rawr112]

More plz

[Rawr112]

Would be good to see a story update soon

[mcenf]

Hello, I’m on vacation. I hope to get back to the story next week when I return from my trip.

[Fixitman8267]

Hello, I’m on vacation. I hope to get back to the story next week when I return from my trip.

I hope you are enjoying your vacation. Make sure to take notes on any story ideas that come unbidden to your creative mind while you hide from the snow and cold winds.

I love the ENF stories. ENF in school then in public and the ENF in the workplace. Both are great concepts. Can't wait for them to be complete so I can add them to my archive.

[Somebody]

Well that's a bit shady, that won't even open for me.

[dublinjohn]

Well that's a bit shady, that won't even open for me.

run antivirus now

[Rawr112]

Ready for an update!

[Debbifan]

Preferences for Amy's promised upcoming encounter with Samantha, where Amy has the upper hand ?

When Amy encounters Samantha, Megan and co, Samantha is already nude and flustered ? Or initially, is Samantha the professional sophisticated woman Amy has already encountered but then Megan surprises Amy by demonstrating her dominance and reducing Samantha to a quivering wreck once more ?

My preference is for the latter but hopefully we may soon find out.

[mcenf]

The insistent sound of knocking on the door abruptly pulled me out of my sleep. I opened my eyes, disoriented, as the dim light of dawn filtered through the window. My body still felt exhausted, with every muscle reminding me of the previous day. Megan's voice, sharp and authoritative, resonated from the other side.

"Samy, wake up! It's time to get up, we have things to do."

Sleep still weighed on me as I tried to process her words. Things to do? I looked towards the window; the sky barely showed a light blue tone. It was definitely too early. I curled up under the sheets, the only refuge I had had in hours, and tried to ignore her, but the knocking continued with more insistence.

"I'm coming!" I replied, trying to sound more awake than I actually was.

Heavily, I dragged myself out of bed. The cool morning air caressed my naked skin, reminding me of my vulnerability. The sheets had been a brief relief, but now I faced my reality again. I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, feeling the softness of my own skin, and walked towards the door with faltering steps.

Megan was there, perfectly dressed in her school uniform. The immaculate white shirt and pleated gray skirt reflected a neatness that overwhelmingly contrasted with my naked state. Her hair was neatly tied back, and her expression showed a mix of impatience and amusement.

"Why are you waking me up so early?" I asked, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Because we have things to do before I go to school," she replied with a mischievous smile. "First, you have to shower. We can't do anything with you smelling like yesterday."

I frowned, not fully understanding what she meant. Wasn't yesterday enough? What else is left to do? However, I had no strength to argue. Megan seemed to enjoy her commanding role, and I had no choice but to obey.

Without wasting any more time, I headed to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and let out a relieved sigh. The hot shower water was a small comfort as it ran over my body. At least here I can feel some momentary peace. I washed every inch of my skin, eliminating any trace of the accumulated humiliation from the previous day.

Afterwards, I took a towel and dried myself carefully. I combed my hair in front of the mirror, letting my damp hair fall softly onto my shoulders. My reflection stared back at me; a tired and vulnerable figure trying to find some dignity amidst the chaos. The idea of facing a new day like this made me shiver.

I returned to the guest room, where I hoped Megan had left something for me to wear. To my disappointment, the space was still empty. Again, my only option was to face the day as I had the previous one. My heart pounded as I mentally prepared myself for what was to come.

When I reached the living room, Megan was already ready. Her uniform was impeccable, and she had her backpack slung over her shoulder. Her mocking smile left no doubt that she wasn't done playing with me yet.

"Come on, Samy. We have to get moving before it's too late," she said, as she opened the front door and stepped out.

I took a deep breath and followed her, wishing with all my might that this morning would mark the end of my nightmare.

With the car keys and my cell phone in hand, the only things I had left, I headed towards the garage. The cool morning air hit me when I opened the garage door and the automatic lights came on, illuminating the space. It was still dark outside; the sun was just beginning to rise on the horizon, creating a faint orange glow in the sky. Megan came out behind me, with her backpack over her shoulder and a carefree expression on her face, as if the whole world was under her control.

"Come on, Samy. We don't have all day," she said, with a mocking tone that she seemed to enjoy more than necessary.

I got into the car and adjusted the seat. The cold steering wheel touched my bare hands as I inserted the key into the ignition. Today this nightmare will end. As soon as Megan helps me get into my apartment, everything will return to normal. At least, that's what I kept telling myself to calm down.

"So, Megan," I began as we slowly exited the garage. "This is what I thought. We can stop by my apartment before going to school. You go in and get some clothes for me. It won't take long and—"

"No," Megan interrupted me, looking out the window with apparent indifference.

I turned towards her, confused. "What do you mean, no? Megan, I need my clothes. I can't keep going like this."

"Who said we're going to your apartment?" Megan replied with a malicious smile. "We're going straight to your office."

I felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs. My hands instinctively clenched the steering wheel. "What? Megan, that doesn't make sense. I can't go to the office like this! I need clothes. And my apartment is on the way, why can't we just—"

"Samy," she said, with a condescending tone that made my blood boil. "Do you really think I have time to go to your apartment, look for your clothes, and then take you to work? Besides, weren't you the one who always gave me speeches about responsibility and organization? Well, this is part of your responsibility now. You drive, I decide where we go. Understood?"

I tried to reason with her. "Megan, please. I can't show up at my office naked. I don't even have my access card! I need to go to my apartment first."

She glanced at me, clearly enjoying my desperation. "Stop complaining. I already told you: we're going to your office. You have no choice, so you better start accepting reality, Samy."

I felt a lump forming in my throat. This can't be happening. My plan, my small hope of regaining some control over my life, was crumbling before my eyes. But I couldn't afford to lose my composure, not in front of Megan. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the road.

I drove in silence while Megan hummed a song and checked her phone, completely oblivious to my anguish. The journey to my office seemed endless, yet too short. Every mile we covered brought me closer to a place I couldn't even imagine entering in my current state. But I knew that, with Megan by my side, there was no way to avoid it.

With every meter the car advanced towards the office parking lot, my heart raced as if trying to warn me of the impending disaster. What is Megan planning? None of this made sense. I knew perfectly well that entering the building in my state would be social and professional suicide. Besides, without my access card, I couldn't even get to my office without raising suspicions.

The parking lot was eerily quiet at that time of the morning, illuminated by the cold white lights from the ceiling. Most of the spaces were empty, but the few signs of activity were enough to keep me in a constant state of panic. I parked the car in a secluded corner, trembling as I turned off the engine.

"Well, here we are," Megan said with a calm smile, putting her cell phone away in her backpack.

I looked towards the building, feeling my chest tighten. "Megan, what are you planning? I can't get out of here... It's impossible for me to go in without... without getting into trouble."

"Relax, Samy. Everything is under control. Just play along, okay?" she replied, with that nonchalance that made me want to scream.

But then, the worst part of the day—or so I thought—was revealed. As I looked towards the front of the parking lot, I saw Carla waiting for us, standing by a column, with a smile that didn't bode well.

No. No. No.

"Good morning, girls!" Carla greeted us cheerfully, waving broadly as she approached the car. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of fun and mischief as she looked directly at my state. "Well, well, Samy. I didn't expect to see you so... natural this morning."

My body froze. This can't be happening.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to murmur, my voice trembling more than I wanted to admit.

"I came to make sure everything is ready for today. And, of course, to give a good start to this wonderful day with you, Samy. Don't you think it's exciting?" Carla was enjoying every second, her smile widening as she examined me from head to toe.

"Megan, please..." I shot her a desperate look. "I can't get out of the car. This is crazy."

"Samy, always so dramatic," Megan said, grabbing her backpack and opening the passenger door to get out. "Carla and I have everything under control. Now, be a good girl and get out of the car. You don't want me to get annoyed, do you?"

"I can't... I can't get out," I murmured, my voice breaking.

Megan sighed with evident frustration and, without saying a word, reached for the ignition, turned off the car, and took out the key. With a casual gesture, she put it in her skirt pocket and then looked at me with a satisfied smile.

"Okay, Samy," Megan said, jingling the keys slightly as if enjoying her power at that moment. "You have two options: get out nicely or we make this more interesting."

My eyes filled with tears, but I knew I couldn't resist. Slowly, I slid my hand towards the door handle, feeling my heart pounding in my ears. The laughter of Carla and Megan was all I could hear as I prepared to face whatever they were planning.

The cold air of the parking lot hit my skin as I opened the car door. I clung to my cell phone like a lifeline and ran towards the nearest column, seeking refuge from Carla and Megan's stares. My breath was ragged, and my mind was racing. How could I be here, completely naked, while Carla looked impeccable in her business suit and Megan looked perfectly put together in her school uniform? They seemed to belong to a world I could never return to.

"Are you planning to stay there all day, Samy?" Carla's mocking voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced at her sideways as she crossed her arms, waiting. Megan, by her side, laughed softly, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"She looks so out of place, don't you think, Megan?" Carla commented casually, as if talking about an accessory that didn't match her outfit.

"Definitely. You know? It reminds me of when we were kids and we played dress-up in reverse." Megan burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling with malice.

I pressed my lips together, feeling smaller with every word. I didn't belong here. I didn't belong anywhere.

"Come on, Samy. Listen," Megan said, taking a step towards me. "We arrived early, and it's because of you. Carla and I planned everything so you can go up to the office, get ready, and start working before everyone arrives. That way, no one will see you."

I stared at her, incredulous. Did she really think this was a solution? "No... I can't... this is crazy." My voice trembled, and the words barely left my mouth.

Carla, with her impeccable posture, let out an exaggerated sigh. "There's no time for your protests, Samy. We have to hurry. Or do you prefer for someone else to arrive at the parking lot and find you here?"

"I can't... I can't..." I tried to stammer a response, but Carla interrupted me with an impatient gesture, taking something out of her pocket.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw my access card in her hand. How...? When did she get it, did Valeria give it to her?

"Stop wasting time and come with us. You're lucky you still have an hour before the workday starts." Carla turned on her heels and started walking towards the elevator with Megan following her.

I froze for a moment, my body trapped between fear and shame. I can't do this. I can't go up like this. But the reality was clear: I had no choice. With trembling legs, I forced myself to follow them, feeling like a shadow behind their confident and elegant figures.

Every step I took towards the elevator was like walking towards my own trial. How am I supposed to work like this? The only answer I had was the echo of Carla and Megan's laughter resonating in the air of the parking lot as the elevator doors opened in front of them.

I stepped into the elevator and curled up as best I could, using my hands to cover as much as possible. My cell phone was on one of my thighs, holding it as if it were the only thing that still belonged to me. Carla pressed the button for the fifth floor in the elevator, and the doors closed with a soft buzz. I felt the space become smaller, more oppressive, as the elevator started to move. Every second seemed to last an eternity.

When the doors opened, the office air conditioning hit me like a slap. A cold gust that felt like mockery on my skin. My body shivered involuntarily, and goosebumps appeared immediately. This is surreal. I shouldn't be here like this again.

Carla and Megan walked confidently towards Beatriz's office. Each step they took resonated on the floor, while I followed, feeling like a shadow, invisible and exposed at the same time. It wasn't just my physical state that made me feel small; it was the reality of what I had lost. This is my workplace. I used to be in charge. I used to open this door with my access card.

Megan reached the door and, without thinking twice, used her card to open it. A click resonated in the air, and the door opened effortlessly. My heart sank at that simple gesture. That used to be me. That was my routine. My responsibility. Now I'm just a naked spectator, stripped of all control.

As I entered the office, my mind tried to project how I could spend the day here. Maybe I can stay in the farthest corner, next to my desk. Maybe I can avoid being seen, work as fast as possible, and escape this nightmare before everyone arrives.

But my thoughts abruptly stopped when Carla, with an almost malicious smile, turned towards me. "Samy, take your laptop and work stuff. We're going to the sixth floor."

I felt like the ground disappeared beneath my feet. The sixth floor. The server room. I had forgotten! Today I was supposed to be "in charge" there, supervising the computer equipment, working with Valeria and Carla. But being completely naked... I couldn't even be in charge of myself. How am I going to do this?

"Come on, Samy, we don't have all day," Megan added with a playful smile, holding the door open while Carla crossed her arms, waiting.

My hands trembled as I took my laptop and some work documents. Every movement felt heavy, as if I were walking in a dream, one from which I couldn't wake up. The sixth floor, a place I knew well, now seemed like an impossible territory. How am I going to face this? How am I going to face them?

With my heart pounding, I followed Carla and Megan out of the office, each step filled with fear and humiliation.

Megan, Carla, and I left Beatriz's office in complete silence, except for the sound of our footsteps echoing in the emptiness of the floor. In my arms, I carried my laptop, charger, cell phone, and mouse. I held them against my chest, as if they were a useless shield to protect me from the reality of my state. Every step was a reminder of how much I had lost. I had no pockets to put them in, not even a piece of fabric to hold a pen. Everything I carried was held solely by my own body, exposed and vulnerable.

As Carla took the lead, guiding us towards the stairs, my eyes couldn't help but scan the empty offices around us. Well-organized spaces, desks with papers and lit screens, all waiting for employees to arrive and start their day. In less than an hour, this place would be filled with my coworkers. People I knew, people I respected. People who should never see me naked.

Damn, why am I here? How did I get to this? This isn't real. It can't be real.

Megan broke the silence with the familiar sound of her cell phone, holding it up in front of me to record. "Smile, Samy. This could be your new official work look," she said, laughing. I felt my face burning. It wasn't just the embarrassment of being recorded, but the fact that Megan was enjoying every second of my discomfort.

"Come on, hurry up," Carla added from ahead, looking over her shoulder with a smile that was both bossy and mocking.

As we climbed the stairs, each step felt like a new challenge. Every floor takes me further away from any security I might find. What if someone sees us? What if someone is already here? My breath grew heavy with each thought that crossed my mind. I tried to keep my body close to the walls, as if I could disappear between them.

When we reached the sixth floor, a cold current hit me immediately. The server room's cold air was even worse than I remembered. I felt like I had been submerged in icy water. My skin prickled, and a shiver ran down my spine. My legs, my arms, my whole body trembled involuntarily. The cold wasn't just physical; it was a reminder of how prepared I had planned to be for this day. I had imagined coming with my thickest jacket, maybe even a scarf, something to protect me from this inhospitable environment. But now... I had nothing.

"Come on, Samy. Don't just stand there freezing. Although, well, it looks like you already are," Carla said with a smile as she took out a special access card. A card that was always in my possession. That was my card. It was my responsibility to open this door. The reader clicked, and the door slowly opened.

The server room was as cold as I remembered. White lights illuminated rows of machines and softly buzzing cables. The sound was a constant reminder of the vital technology that kept the company running. But to me, the place was a frozen trap, a space where my vulnerability would be amplified every second.

"Come in, Samy," Carla said, holding the door open for me to enter first. Megan was still recording, with a smile that left no doubt about how much she was enjoying this.

With a lump in my throat and my body trembling, I took a step inside. This day is going to be a nightmare.

The server room, illuminated by cold white lights, stretched before me like a technological labyrinth. Server racks, carefully organized cables, and monitors blinking with essential information filled the space. I knew this place perfectly; I had spent countless hours here troubleshooting, designing strategies, and ensuring everything ran without interruptions. But I had never been here like this. Never in my life did I imagine that I would have to face this room under these circumstances.

I remembered the previous day when I was with Javier adjusting critical settings. I had worn my business suit, the one that made me feel professional, secure, and in control. That suit... it's probably still in Valeria's desk drawer on the seventh floor. But even if Valeria was already in the office, she would most likely not return my things. I knew how much she enjoyed seeing me suffer.

My thoughts were interrupted by Carla's voice. "Well, Samy, find a place where you want to set up. It's still early, so you can take a breather before starting work. How about a hot coffee? The little cafeteria is just across the hall. Or, if you prefer something more comfortable, you can go to the maintenance room; it's a bit warmer than this fridge thanks to the machines."

Megan burst out laughing, her immaculate school uniform contrasting with my vulnerability. "Carla, you're talking as if this were a normal workday for Samy! Although, for her, it's clearly something else."

The blush on my face intensified as I tried to keep calm. This isn't a normal day. It's a nightmare.

Carla ignored Megan's mockery and continued: "I'm going to take this girl to school," she said, pointing to Megan. Megan took the keys to the car I had been driving and handed them to Carla. "Take care of everything here, Samy. Be professional," Carla added, with a mocking smile before turning towards Megan.

I stood still, hugging my laptop and my things tightly against my chest. Every word from Carla resonated as a reminder of how surreal and humiliating all of this was.

A hot coffee? Sit in the maintenance room as if I were taking a normal break? How do they expect me to do that when I can't even stop shivering?

The room, with its constant buzz of machines and cold air, seemed to mock me. This isn't a workday. This is torture.

I let out a sigh, feeling trapped between the room's cold and the weight of my own humiliation. I knew I had no choice but to move forward, but each step felt like a mountain I had to climb.

Megan turned towards me with a malicious smile just before leaving through the door. "By the way, Samy, yesterday Amy had a... very interesting day," she began, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "She had to go out and fetch her backpack from school while naked, just like you hid it in the park. Did you know that many people saw her? Poor thing, she was completely exposed. And now she's really mad at you because I told her it was you who hid her uniform."

My heart sank. How can she say that so calmly? I had no choice. I was also trapped, humiliated, and forced to follow their instructions. A twinge of guilt pierced my chest. I wish I could apologize to Amy, but now... that's impossible for me. I'm in my own personal hell.

Megan, satisfied with my silence, left with Carla, but not before delivering one last blow. "Remember, Samy, try to keep yourself busy. We'll be back."

Carla, from the door, glanced at me and added: "Don't forget that this door can't be left open. So, better leave everything here, go and wait in the maintenance room until I come back or Valeria arrives."

I instinctively clutched my laptop and cell phone, my only connection to the outside world. "Can I at least take my cell phone?" I asked timidly, my voice barely audible.

Carla shook her head, smiling smugly. "Leave it here, Samy. You don't need it for anything. Go to the maintenance room and relax. Don't worry, no one will bother you."

I looked at my things with desperation, knowing that being without them would make me feel even more vulnerable, but Carla was already waiting for me to leave. The echo of my footsteps resonated as I crossed the threshold, with nothing but my exposed skin. The door closed with a metallic sound, leaving me completely alone and naked in the hallway.

The hallway's air conditioning was as cold as the server room, and my skin broke out in goosebumps instantly. How did I end up here, like this, completely stripped of everything? I walked slowly, with my arms crossed over my chest and crotch, trying to cover myself as best I could while making my way to the maintenance room. My bare feet slapped the hard, cold floor, and each step seemed to resonate like an alarm in the empty hallway.

As I approached, I felt a mix of emotions. The hallway, normally so insignificant in my daily routine, now felt endless, like a labyrinth of imaginary stares and silent judgments. I want this to end already.

Carla and Megan bid farewell with malicious smiles as the elevator doors closed in front of me. Megan waved her fingers mockingly, and Carla couldn't help but burst into laughter before disappearing behind the metal doors. I was left alone in the hallway, under the cold fluorescent lights that made the tiled floor shine.

How can I even begin to handle this? My gaze rose to the security cameras on the ceiling. The idea that someone other than Lucas was monitoring my humiliating journey made the knot in my throat tighten. I hope these recordings never come to light.

I shrugged, trying to make myself as small as possible. Crossing the hallway towards the maintenance area felt like an impossible mission. With each step, the cold penetrated my skin like tiny ice needles. Finally, I reached the door to the maintenance and infrastructure room and opened it carefully, grateful that at least this area was slightly warmer.

Inside, the constant buzzing of machinery filled my ears. The emergency generators in one corner emitted a low, rhythmic noise, while the control panels blinked with colored lights, giving the room a technical and lively atmosphere. The gray walls, covered with technical diagrams and warning signs, gave the place a functional and almost impersonal character.

The air had a metallic scent mixed with that of used oil, a familiar yet strange smell in my current situation. My eyes scanned the metal shelves, lined against the walls, filled with tools and technical manuals. I always felt safe here, working on complex projects with my teammates. Now, everything seems so foreign, so hostile.

The metal tables in the center were filled with specialized tools and spare parts. On the nearest workbench, an electrical panel remained open, as if someone had left it half-checked. How am I going to face this day? I can't even focus on the basics.

The concrete floor, marked with yellow and black warning signs, amplified the coldness under my bare feet. I walked slowly towards a relatively secluded corner, trying not to trip over the objects protruding from the shelves.

I leaned against a wall, feeling the coldness of its surface through my back. What do I do now? This place that was once a part of my daily routine now feels like a prison where I'm constantly judged.

All around me, the mechanical buzzes and hisses created an unsettling soundtrack for my thoughts. I want to disappear. I want all of this to end right now.

I looked around desperately for a place to sit. Everything in the maintenance room seemed designed for fully-clothed and equipped technicians, not for a girl as naked as I was. I found a small corner near a tool bench and slid into it, trying to get comfortable without feeling the hardness of the cold concrete floor too much. The contact was uncomfortable, but I had no other choice.

I leaned my head against the gray wall behind me, closed my eyes, and tried to take a deep breath. What could a naked girl do to pass the time? Without my phone, laptop, or even a piece of paper to distract myself, my mind had nowhere else to go but to my current situation.

The rough texture of the concrete against my skin made me feel every little movement. My hands, always busy trying to cover what little they could, felt useless. The cold air in the room and the metallic smells of the environment kept me constantly alert, as if my body couldn't relax for a second. How can I be so naked at work? My thoughts circled, with no clear way out.

I looked up at the shelves filled with tools and spare parts. Everything in this room had a purpose, except me. I was like a gear out of place in a perfectly calibrated machine. The idea of someone coming in and seeing me like this was terrifying. If I get caught, I won't be able to explain it. No matter what I say, this will be the only thing everyone will remember.

My eyes wandered to the digital clock mounted on one of the walls. Time seemed to stand still. How much longer until Carla returns? And if it's Valeria who comes first? Both options were terrible, but at least Carla had a less intimidating air, even though she equally enjoyed my discomfort.

Every buzz of the machines, every little noise in the building made me jump slightly. My thoughts were filled with horrible scenarios: coworkers unexpectedly entering, security cameras that might be broadcasting live, a supervisor coming to inspect the equipment. Each possibility filled me with paralyzing fear.

What can I do? Just wait? I tried to focus on anything but my state. I counted the blinking lights on a nearby panel, I focused on the design of the warning signs on the floor, but nothing could really distract me. I'm trapped in my own mind, and it's the most inhospitable place right now.

The cold kept creeping into my body, and the goosebumps wouldn't go away. I didn't know if it was the air conditioning or just the accumulated anxiety. I shivered, hugging myself tighter.

What if Carla doesn't return soon? What if Valeria decides to show up with someone else? Each minute felt like an eternity, and I could do nothing but wait and survive this moment.

As I huddled in my makeshift corner of the maintenance room, my thoughts began to wander. Megan had mentioned Amy... her face appeared in my mind, and along with it, the feeling of guilt that had been chasing me since I heard about what had happened. Amy surely believed that everything had been my idea, that I had put her in that situation, but the truth was that I had been a pawn, forced to act against my will.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it must have been like for Amy: running through the streets completely naked, desperately searching for her backpack in the park. The images hit me like a torrent. She would be crouching behind a tree or bush, trying to avoid being seen, her heart pounding, her eyes scanning the area for a moment of calm to move. But in her state... her vulnerable state, any movement would make her feel exposed, as if strangers' gazes could pierce through any hiding place.

What if I had to do that? The thought paralyzed me. I tried to imagine myself in that situation: running naked in broad daylight, the streets filled with people. I could see the faces of passersby turning towards me, some surprised, others laughing openly. I heard mocking comments in my mind as if they were real.

—"What is that girl doing?" —a woman would say with disbelief.
—"Hey, look at this!" —a man would shout while taking out his phone to take a picture or record a video.

The idea hit me like a bucket of cold water. My breathing quickened, and my arms instinctively tightened around my body. I could feel the pavement under my bare feet, rough and scorching, the cold wind against my skin, the helplessness of having nowhere to hide. My mind created the sound of a camera click, the murmur of laughter, the whispers that would never stop haunting me.

What would I have done if someone had tried to stop me? If a police officer had seen me and started asking questions and I'm arrested? Images of possible interactions swirled in my mind. My mouth went dry at the thought of trying to explain why I was in that state, with words stuck in my throat and the scorching heat of shame covering my entire face.

I opened my eyes abruptly, as if by doing so, I could stop the images. But the constant buzzing of the machines around me made me feel even more trapped. This isn't real, Sam. It's not real, I tried to convince myself, but my body wasn't listening. My heart was still pounding, and I felt my sweaty hands clinging to myself as if they were my only barrier against the world.

Amy had to go through that. Guilt hit me again. I knew I hadn't had another choice, that I had been forced to act, but still, I couldn't help but feel that I had contributed to her suffering.

I shuddered at the thought of what I would have done if I had to cross those streets. How would I have managed to survive something like that? The cameras, the stares, the laughter... The humiliation seemed unbearable even in my mind, and now, here I was, in a situation that wasn't far from that scenario. Though enclosed in the building, my current state was no less humiliating. Everything felt so real, so terrifyingly close.

I hugged myself tighter, wishing I could disappear, become invisible, escape from my own body and the thoughts that wouldn't stop tormenting me. How much more can I endure before I break completely?

Time passed, though for me, each minute felt like an eternity. I was huddled in the corner of the maintenance room, hugging my knees, trying to take up as little space as possible. The monotony of the mechanical sounds was my only company, but then, everything changed.

I heard footsteps. They weren't the firm, controlled steps of Carla or Megan, but others: slower, casual. And then, voices. My heart started pounding, my muscles tensed, and a chill ran through my entire body. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but the mere presence of someone else on the floor filled me with panic.

No. Not here. Please, don't come in, I thought, pressing my body against the cold gray wall behind me. I felt like even my breathing was too loud, too audible. Every sound, no matter how small, seemed amplified in my mind.

I slowly stood up, my bare feet feeling the smooth concrete beneath them. My eyes desperately searched for a place to hide. Across the room, I saw a metal workbench with tools and manuals stacked on it. It was my only option. I crouched down and crawled under the table, my knees scraping against the floor in the process.

There, under the table, the space was narrow. My back bumped against the metal legs as I tried to get comfortable. The buzzing of the generators filled the air, but it wasn't enough to calm the roar of my heart. I could feel the cold, rough texture of the floor against my skin, my hands gripping my legs, trying to cover myself as best I could.

The voices became clearer. A male laugh and a quick comment. Then, a female response, light and carefree. They aren't here to work, I thought, though that didn't ease my anxiety. They were probably employees who had ventured to the 6th floor for a coffee break or to chat away from their supervisors.

From my hiding place, I could hear their footsteps slowly approaching. My muscles tensed so much that I felt like I might break at any moment. I imagined the scene if they discovered me: their surprised faces, their laughter, the uncomfortable questions I couldn't answer. This can't be happening. Not now.

One of them mentioned something about the congestion in the elevators and how convenient it was to use the stairs. Another mentioned the coffee on this floor, which was "surprisingly decent". Why won't they leave already? There's nothing interesting here. Go back to your offices, I pleaded in my mind.

Suddenly, the sound of a cup being placed on a surface resonated in the adjacent room. The small corner of the cafeteria was being used. My mind raced frantically, imagining that one of them might enter the maintenance room out of curiosity or, worse, to look for something. I huddled even more, my body trembling as I squeezed my closed eyes, as if that could make me disappear.

Time stretched endlessly. I heard a loud laugh, a comment about company policies, and then footsteps slowly moving away. The floor door closed with a soft click, leaving silence behind.

I didn't move. Did they really leave? Or are they waiting outside? I stayed under the table, my muscles tense, the cold floor starting to hurt my knees. Only when the silence became absolute, did I allow myself to exhale slowly, feeling a relief that barely filtered through my constant state of stress.

I remained there, unable to move. Although I knew the immediate danger had passed, the fear that someone else might arrive didn't leave me at ease. The security of being alone in that room felt increasingly fragile, and my mind kept repeating the same question: How much more can I endure before I'm discovered?

The silence was abruptly interrupted by the metallic sound of the room door opening. My heart skipped a beat, and I huddled even more under the table, trying to merge with the shadows and the cold floor. My breath stopped as I listened to the firm footsteps and the echo of heels resonating against the concrete. Please, not them. Please, not them.

But I wasn't lucky.

"Where is our dear Samy?" I heard Carla's voice, light and mocking, filling the room. "I don't think she had many options to hide, right, Valeria?"

"Well, it's not like she could go very far," Valeria replied, her tone more neutral, but with a hint of hidden fun. No, no, no...

Then, I saw them. From my hiding place under the table, I saw their shoes first: Valeria's elegant black heels, perfectly matched with her dark gray business suit, and Carla's leather boots, modern yet comfortable. I lifted my gaze slightly, my trembling eyes capturing Valeria's impeccable image. Her jacket was tailored to perfection, designed to withstand the cold of the server room, while I... I was there, curled up, completely exposed and vulnerable.

Carla was the first to see me. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and malicious fun. "There you are, Samy! I knew you couldn't hide for long." Her laughter echoed in the room, a cruel echo that seemed to bounce off every corner of my mind.

Valeria, on the other hand, looked at me with a serious expression, though her lips curved slightly into a barely contained smile. "Really, Sam? Hiding here? I thought you were a respected professional, but this... this doesn't exactly scream that."

"Well," Carla added, crossing her arms and looking around, "at least she chose a place where she wouldn't be easily found... though, honestly, with those cameras in every corner, I don't think she escaped Lucas's eyes." She burst into laughter as I huddled even more, the cold floor and my own shame struggling to consume what was left of my dignity.

"What were you expecting, Samy?" Valeria tilted her head slightly, her eyes slowly scanning me. "That you could stay here all day? Avoid your work? Or just wait for us to save you?"

Carla leaned a little closer to me, her eyes full of mockery. "You know, you're so out of place here, Samy. Us with our suits and you... well, you with absolutely nothing on. Quite a contrast, isn't it? We should take a picture. Valeria, don't you think that would be a good idea?"

Valeria let out a small laugh through her nose, though she didn't say anything. She just moved a little closer, her heels resonating with each step, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Get up, Sam. You can't spend the day hiding under a table like a scared animal."

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. The cold and shame had me paralyzed. My entire body trembled, not just from the temperature, but from the humiliation I felt while these two impeccably dressed women stood before me, enjoying my misery.

"What's the matter, Samy?" Carla continued, leaning even closer. "Are you afraid of the cold? Because it seems like you're already feeling it all over your body." She pointed at my goosebumps with a mocking finger, laughing even louder.

"We don't have all day, Sam," Valeria said, her tone now firmer. "You have work to do. So, how about you stop playing hide-and-seek and do what's expected of you?"

"Yes," Carla added with a singsong tone, "besides, it's a little warmer in this room now, isn't it? Well, for us, of course. You... well, maybe not so much."

My face burned, a contradiction to the cold I felt all over my body. I tried to move, but my legs wouldn't respond. Every word they said was a painful reminder of my vulnerability, and every laugh sank me deeper into my own shame.

Every word from Valeria and Carla resonated like a hammer against my conscience, every laugh pierced my core. I was huddled on the cold concrete floor, trembling from head to toe. I felt every inch of my exposed skin reacting to the environment, as if the cold air of the maintenance room clung to me, making it impossible to forget my state. I had nowhere to hide, not even from myself.

My arms, which had been my only refuge, couldn't cover me completely. I could press my elbows against my chest and cross my legs as much as I could, but there was always some part of me exposed. It was as if the simple act of trying to protect myself amplified my vulnerability, reminding me that there was no way to achieve real modesty.

The cold penetrated my skin, but it wasn't just the cold that made me shiver. It was the emptiness. The lack of weight of the clothes that should have been on me. The absence of something as basic as a piece of fabric against my skin made me feel incomplete, naked not only physically but also emotionally. How am I going to work like this?

My legs were numb from the position I had been crouching in, but the moment I tried to move, it would change everything. I could imagine the feeling of the rough, cold concrete against my feet as I placed them on the floor, each step would be a reminder of my state. I had already felt how the textures of the environment clung to me: the floor, the air, even the gazes of Carla and Valeria felt like a tangible weight I couldn't shake off.

The worst feeling was knowing there was no escape. I had nothing with me, no clothes, no phone, not even a small ID that could give me back some control over the situation. I was defenseless, completely at their mercy. Valeria's words, "you have work to do," were a cruel irony. How am I going to work like this? It was absurd. Impossible. And yet, there was no doubt in their eyes that they expected it from me.

The echo of the machines and systems in the room seemed to amplify my discomfort, as if the sounds themselves were laughing at me. I tried to calm down, breathe deeply, but even that was a monumental task. The cold air filled my lungs, but it didn't bring relief. My thoughts were trapped in a loop of humiliation. I'm going to have to move. I'm going to have to get up. I'm going to have to face this.

The mere thought of leaving that corner and starting to work made me feel a mix of uncontrollable terror and shame. Every time I imagined myself in front of the screens, adjusting cables or setting up equipment, I saw the security cameras recording every move. Even if the floor was deserted, there were always eyes on me.

I can't even cover myself properly, I thought bitterly, my hands trembling as I tried to cover myself as best I could. My movements were clumsy, useless. I felt like even breathing exposed more than I wanted. Cold sweat ran down my back, a disturbing contradiction to the cold of the room. My body didn't know how to react, my mind didn't either.

Carla burst into another laugh, pointing at me without any attempt to hide her amusement. Valeria, though more restrained, had that sarcastic smile that made me feel even smaller. I knew that for them, this was a game, an elaborate joke for their entertainment. But for me, it was a living nightmare.

Finally, the weight of their words crushed me completely. I'm going to have to do it. I'm going to have to work like this. There was no option, and that realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. As much as I tried to convince myself otherwise, as much as I wanted to protest, my babbling was useless. I had no power in this situation. And that was the most humiliating truth of all.

My hands trembled as they tried uselessly to cover myself. The cold of the floor still burned on my skin as I clumsily stood up, trying not to slip in my desperation to maintain any semblance of dignity. Dignity, I thought bitterly. It was a concept that seemed to have completely vanished since the moment this day had begun. The cold air of the maintenance room caressed every inch of my exposed skin, intensifying the feeling of vulnerability to an almost unbearable point.

"It's time to work, Samy," Valeria said, her voice sharp and serious, though her eyes held that glint that I could only describe as malicious satisfaction. "We can't stay here all day."

Carla, always with her playful and ruthless attitude, added with a laugh: "Yes, Samy. Come on, the servers don't maintain themselves. Though you... well, you look like you can't even hold a leaf in your state." Her laughter echoed in the room like a mocking echo that seemed to pursue me.

My bare feet made a slight noise as I lifted them off the cold concrete floor. Each step seemed to amplify my discomfort, the rough floor leaving an unpleasant sensation on the soles of my feet. I tried to make myself as small as possible, to wrap myself with my own arms, but nothing could shield me from the raw impact of what I was experiencing. This is a nightmare. A cruel, endless nightmare, I thought, as my face burned with shame.

Valeria and Carla walked towards the door with confidence, as if there was nothing strange or humiliating about the situation. Their impeccable suits and relaxed posture made them look like two professionals fully in control of their environment. I, on the other hand, was but a shadow of what I used to be. Once again, my steps were clumsy, my walk a desperate attempt to follow them without being completely exposed.

The air changed as we stepped into the hallway. It was as cold as in the maintenance room, enough to make my skin prickle. The corridors of the sixth floor, usually so mundane, seemed wider than usual, as if the space amplified my helplessness. Anyone could come by here. Anyone could see me, I thought with horror as my eyes nervously darted from side to side, searching for signs of movement, a sound, anything that would alert me to the presence of another worker.

Carla turned her head to look at me as she walked with a light and confident step. "You know, Valeria?" she said, her tone brimming with fun. "I think Samy has finally found her true calling. Who needs business attire when you can go naked, right, Samy?"

Carla's laughter pierced me like a dagger, each cackle seeming to reaffirm how ridiculous I looked. I couldn't respond, I couldn't afford the luxury of protesting. All I could do was lower my gaze and keep moving, trying to ignore the quick glances and hurtful comments.

Valeria didn't say anything, but the slight movement of her head, a small tilt towards Carla, made it clear that she was enjoying it just as much. Their steps resonated firmly in the hallway, a constant reminder of their authority and my inability to change the situation.

As we approached the server room door, I felt like my heart was pounding in my throat. The cold air escaping from the room hit me before I entered, and my body reacted with a shiver that ran from my shoulders to my toes. I didn't know what was worse: the relentless cold or the fact that I would have to work in this state, exposed, vulnerable, and humiliated.

"Come on, Samy. Don't lag behind," Valeria said authoritatively as she opened the door with her access card. Carla looked at me with a mocking smile and extended a hand as if she were inviting me to a place of honor. "After you," she said, making an exaggerated bow that only increased my humiliation.

My bare feet made a dull sound against the floor as I stepped into the server room. The cold air hit me like a wave, and I felt my muscles tense up from the cold. Each step I took into the room seemed to resonate louder, as if even the servers were mocking me with their constant buzzing.

I couldn't help it; my thoughts swirled in my mind like a tornado. This can't be happening. I can't believe I'm here, like this, in my workplace, as naked as the day I was born. This can't be real, it can't be. But it was. The feeling of the cold floor under my feet, the cold draft caressing my skin, and Carla's occasional laughter were proof enough that this was my reality.

Valeria stopped in the center of the room and turned to look at me. "Well, Samy. This is our workplace today. Do what you have to do, but remember: there's no room for mistakes." Her tone was serious, but the glint in her eyes told me she was enjoying every second of my discomfort.

Carla leaned against one of the desks, watching me with a satisfied smile. "Yes, Samy. Work hard. We want to see how you handle the pressure," she said, emphasizing the last word as if to remind me of how extremely vulnerable I was.

My hands clenched against my body, a desperate attempt to cover myself while the cold and shame competed to dominate me. There was no escape. I had to work, I had to survive this day, and I didn't know how I would manage without falling apart completely.

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Note: Since I returned from vacation, I’ve had more work than usual, which has caused me to fall behind in adding a new chapter to the story. I admit it has been a bit difficult to regain the rhythm I had before and to find inspiration again, but I am committed to continuing, even if at a slower pace. I sincerely appreciate your patience and support as I keep working on the story.