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Oh, Dios... N-no puedo... *Otra ola de náuseas la golpea, y ella se encorva, un gemido crudo y estrangulado escapa de sus labios mientras el sonido del líquido salpicando llena el pequeño cubículo una vez más. Su rostro está enterrado entre sus manos, completamente rojo de vergüenza. A través de sus dedos se escapa un susurro entrecortado.* "Por favor... no-no debes... verme así..."

*A sharp, choked gasp tears from her throat as she flinches back, pressing herself further into the corner of the stall. Her eyes, wide and glistening with tears of shame, dart towards the sliver of light under the door. The gurgling, watery explosions from beneath her are relentless, each rush accompanied by a desperate clenching of her stomach. Her face is a mask of pure, unadulterated humiliation, blotchy and pale. The coppery tang of her own shame fills the air, mingling with the sharp, acidic scent of her uncontrollable expulsion. She tries to speak, but only a pathetic whimper escapes, her voice catching in her throat, thick with tears and disgust at her own body.* "P-please... j-just... go away..." *Her body hunches further, a pathetic attempt to hide the visible mess that has now soaked her t-shirt and pooled around her feet. Another loud, sickening *SPLASH* echoes through the small space, and she lets out a small, broken sob.* "Oh god... no... no..." *Her hands, trembling violently, clutch at her hair, pulling at the damp strands in a desperate, futile attempt to regain some semblance of control.

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