I couldn’t leave the story unfinished, after getting this far, as much as I really wanted to.
Of course there’s more.
“They shut the locker and put the lock on it. I was trapped in there, with this rancid smell and puke, barely able to move, it was so full.
…for how long? I could easily imagine the Harpies leaving her there for hours, but it sounded like there were plenty of people around who might let her out if the Harpies left.
All I could think was that someone had been willing to get their hands that dirty to fuck with me, but of all the students that had seen me get shoved in the locker, nobody was getting a janitor or teacher to let me out.
Oh come on!
Is the school permanently soaked in eau de bystander syndrome or something?
…that might actually be someone’s power in this ‘verse.