It wasn't the worst part of the job. The salary was worse. The workload would be, too. But a basement office--that was just rubbing it in.
Emily, trailing the department secretary down a rusted spiral staircase, gave a deep sigh in lieu of weeping and gnashing teeth. Locked in a dungeon, let out only to give lectures, she thought. Then she saw the gargoyle.
It sat--eyes bulging, mouth gaping, hands rending its face--next to the arched basement door. Taped above was a message in red ink: "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
She stared at this in perplexed amusement, picturing the students who would change their minds about visiting during office hours. The secretary, apparently believing gates to hell required no explanation, said merely "second corridor on the left" and click-clacked back to ground level. Emily spent a moment trying to recall which poor devils were stuck in the second circle of Dante's Inferno--the lustful?--before giving herself a mental shake and venturing in.
It really was a dungeon.
"Perfect," she sighed. "All it needs is the right lighting."
Before the end of term, Mistress Emily's Inferno for the Lustful Damned was the second-most-popular S & M club on the Ridgewood High School campus.
Even the gargoyle began to look cheerful.
Opening: Jamie.....Continuation: Batgirl