Factory of shadows: a tale of betrayal and violence

In the heart of a bustling factory, a chilling crime unfolded. An 18-year-old blonde intern, slender and with long hair, lay sprawled on a table, her breasts exposed, her cutout blouse open, her nipples bare. Her stomach was filled with an unwanted burden, a testament to the heinous act she had just endured at the hands of the factory's locksmith. The panties hung limply from the ankle of her left leg. His face, once a picture of authority, now bore a look of deep sadness. He was putting on his pants, leaving behind a scene of unimaginable horror.