Bailey starts to feel the call of nature.

The large bottle of water she’d gulped down during her workout, was starting to make its presence known. The pressure in her bladder grew steadily, and Bailey shifted uncomfortably on the floor of the closet, her hands instinctively pressing against her lower abdomen. The need to use the bathroom intensified with each passing second, and she clenched her jaw in frustration.

She cursed under her breath, the realization sinking in: she couldn’t leave the closet. Not now. The people by the pool were still there, oblivious to her hiding spot, and if she stepped out, even for a moment, she would expose herself—physically and utterly—without any cover. The thought of running into someone, especially now, was too much to bear. She was trapped, **** to wait until the coast was clear, but her body refused to cooperate.

Her legs ached from crouching for so long, her skin cold and clammy from the lack of warmth, but it was the pressing need to relieve herself that was starting to dominate her thoughts. Every shift of her position only made the urgency worse, and she could feel her patience wearing thin, replaced by mounting anxiety. The people in the pool were still having fun, unaware of her **** situation. How long could she hold on? How much longer before she would be **** to make a choice? She hated the helplessness of it all—trapped between the fear of being seen and the physical pressure demanding a release she couldn’t give.

The constant splashing and chatter from the pool had faded over time, the sounds slowly becoming quieter until they were barely a whisper. The stillness of the room made Bailey’s discomfort even more pronounced, and she found herself shifting restlessly, rubbing her legs together and clapping both her hands against her crotch in an attempt to alleviate the growing pressure in her abdomen. Her body ached with the strain of holding it in, and her thoughts became consumed with the ever-increasing urgency. She couldn’t stay hidden forever. The longer she waited, the more unbearable it became.

Bailey’s eyes drifted to the tiny keyhole again, her heart hammering as she peeked through. The room, for the first time in what felt like ages, seemed empty. No more voices, no more footsteps—just the silence of an abandoned space. Relief flickered, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pressing reality of her situation. Her bladder was screaming at her, and she knew she couldn’t hold on much longer.

Then, something clicked in her mind. The pool area had its own bathroom, located just across from the jacuzzi. She had seen it before, a small but functional room that was probably her only hope right now. If she could make it there, she might finally be able to relieve herself before making her escape from this naked nightmare.