An unfinished shower and an embarrassing wait

"Alright, let's get you out of there." Rebecca strode towards you, grabbed your wrist and pulled you out from under the freezing spray.

"Wait! I'm n-not d-done-" you begin to say as you stumbled across the tiled floor. Madison pulled out her phone and snapped pictures of you; naked, barefoot, shivering violently, soap suds and water clinging to your frozen skin.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" Rebecca said, smiling sweetly.

"C-can I p-please w-wash o-off-" you stutter through chattering teeth, arms crossed across your frozen body.

"Sam, first you didn't want a shower, now you do! Make your mind up!"

Grabbing you roughly, Rebecca dragged you into the middle of the room. She kicked your legs apart and ripped your arms away from your body so that you were stood in a star shape.

"We'll we back with some clothes, stay here and DO NO MOVE. Trust me, it will get so much worse for you if you do."

With one final backwards grin, Rebecca and her minions left, leaving you alone and terrified.

You were stood in the middle of the room, equidistant from the lockers that would provide a reasonable amount of cover. You were facing the door to the corridor outside, meaning that anyone who entered would have a completely unobstructed view of your naked body. There was absolutely no guarantee that Rebecca would return, but you couldn't even begin to imagine what she would do to you if she discovered that you had moved.

As you stood there, shivering violently, water pooling around your feet you tried to decide what to do; wait for Rebecca to return but risk complete humiliation if someone entered, or try and find clothes on your own but risk Rebecca's wrath?