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Embarassed naked male (ENM) Now my pants were completely soaked in blood...my nice white pants, socks, and even underwear...every single part of my clothes was now mixed with the remains of that wretch. Panic assailed me: I had nothing else to wear outside of my night gown (which, thank goodness, had not become soiled) and I could not afford to leave my bloodstained clothes in my room. I was going to have to get rid of them as soon as possible. All trembling I took off my contaminated clothes and left only my robe on. Then I laid my pants on the floor like a rag and began to spread them over the pool of blood. I hated what I was doing but repeated to myself to act in cold blood. When finally all the liquid was absorbed by my pants, I lifted the pillowcase and enclosed all the clothes inside. "Where do I go now?" I began to ask myself under my breath. "Where do I take all this bloody stuff? Where?!" My heart was beating like a drum as I could already see an army of Keepers arresting me for murder. I didn't know where to leave those clothes but any place would be better than my room. So I decided to go out into the hallway with the padded pillowcase on my shoulders: I tiptoed down the hallway silently praying not to be seen. "Please, please..." I whimpered worriedly. I entered the elevator and went down to the ground floor; my heart exploded with hope as I noticed that the reception area was empty and no one occupied the dining room. Then I realized that soon the Star Show would begin. "All the blessed people awake at this hour will be there now," I exclaimed to myself excitedly. I was going to leave the bag of clothes in a remote corner of the resort; I was going to find a place where no one would look for them at the cost of turning all night. The hotel exit was just a few steps from the elevator: I slowly slipped toward that door, with the cold night breeze penetrating my robe. -OH!-. I lost my breath hearing what sounded like a gorilla scream behind me. I took another timid step forward, pretending nothing was happening. -OH!- he screamed again. I rotated my skull in terror, and saw Zeta. -Dickhead! I know what you did!-. -What do you want from my v-life?-. -Don't play dumb, I know you did it! Give it back! -. -Give c-what back? -. -Give me back the damn ticket! The Star Show starts soon! I need that ticket otherwise I can't perform as the Star of the Fucking Day! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!-. -N-N-Not me, leave me alone!-. -I know it was you, I know it was! You keep it inside that pillow, don't you?-. At that moment panic took over my body again and dragged my legs into the dining room with the speed of a gazelle. Zeta was chasing me, but I was faster. I reached the statue of the petrified Blessed One, and from that point I threw the stuffed pillowcase. The pile of clothes landed exactly where I had directed it: inside the large fireplace, where flames devoured it in seconds. -NOOOOO!- Zeta screamed. I reassured myself before his demoralization. -Why are you demoralized? That was just throw-away stuff that -. -In there was my note...-he whispered fiercely. -No, no, I swear. Just garbage. If you're skeptical, I don't know what to tell you: I guess now only ashes remain-. I could see the boy's fiery pupils behind the sunglasses. I, however, had gained a lot of confidence and felt unassailable. -You didn't make a good impression on me the first time I saw you, but I never thought you were such a jerk. I understand Star Of The Day envy, but why burn the ticket like this? I think this is all a trap...yeah...you're trying to make me think you destroyed the ticket...but you've got it on you. Yes...you are about to go on the Star Show stage instead of me...-. -What are you talking about? Can't you see that I'm in my nightgown?-. -Yeah- confirmed Zeta with a smile. -And that's exactly where you're hiding the note-. The boy got into that ridiculous boxer's pose again and delivered a violent blow to my snout: I recoiled in pain, and felt his arms begin to beat me. I tried to squirm and hit him, but the boy seemed too inhabited and out of it. Within seconds I lost my balance and fell to the floor. -So where did you put him? I opened my eyes again and saw Zeta with my night robe in his hands, intent on searching every room for his damn note. I stood up alarmed: -You won't find anything in there!-. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to warm up: I felt my muscles covered in sweat, but not clothes. My gaze lowered worriedly, and there I realized that I was completely naked. I immediately brought my hands to my most intimate area, trying somehow to cover myself. -Oh, no...- I mumbled in a low voice. Being barefoot allowed me to feel that icy stone floor like an ice crystal penetrating my bones. My cheeks were so swollen and warm that I could feel them pressing against my jaw. My confrontation with Zeta had ended in the worst way: all my confidence had gone to melt in a placid pool of humiliation. How had this happened? -Zeta, please give it back! You won't find anything there!-I whispered in despair. A slight smile opened in his face. -Give it back, huh? And why would you, in light of what you did to me?-. I realized he had a point; in fact, under normal circumstances I would never have ventured to beg him for assistance, or at least not after stealing that note from him. The realization that I had fallen short by making such a request hit me like a cold shower. However, I was in no condition to rebel, so I decided to remain silent. Dame Adelaide's heavenly eyes focused me beyond that thin layer of paint. They were lifeless, yet I could feel them penetrating me like awls; she expected me to perform an act that would demonstrate my strength, but instead I was getting nothing but shame. The door behind me opened abruptly: turning around I saw a group of Keepers enter, all dressed in their usual white suits and ties. They must have been the same guards as before: I recognized them by the white helmets covering their faces. My minds throbbed with the stress of an ever-growing audience, as well as with the envy of having clothes on. -It's him!‖ shouted one of them, pointing at me. -Yes! It is indeed him!‖ confirmed someone else. My gaze was fixed and petrified: I probably wanted to run away, but an inner inhibiting force prevented me from moving. My arms had remained along my sides, with my hands meeting on my groin in a vain attempt to satisfy my modesty. Zeta chuckled contentedly. -You are the new Guardian!‖ exclaimed a Guardian. Zeta immediately changed his expression: he now looked deeply upset; -A new Guardian??-. -I am...what?- I stammered, accompanied by a wide, embarrassed smile. At that moment I felt my muscles thawing, probably thanks to having found the courage to speak: I pawed like a small rabbit toward that petrified puppet and, without much hesitation, lifted the sheet he held wrapped around his waist. Then I tied it around mine with great haste.