Busted

Suddenly, you feel two hands grab you simultaneously. One hand has grabbed your shoulder, and one hand has covered your mouth. You are too startled to react right away, and you hear a voice whisper into your ear: "Don't make a sound." A boy is behind you; you can feel his body behind you, his breath on your neck. You nod, to show that you heard him, and make no noise.

"What do we have here?" the boy whispers, obviously amused. "A pretty little girl, hands down her pants, watching a peep show in the boys locker room." He chuckles, softly. "You know you're not allowed in here, right?" You nod. "Yeah. What a naughty, pretty little girl. What are we going to do with you, you naughty, pretty girl?" You can tell that this is a rhetorical question.