after winning everyday hero contest You blacked out after feeling a small pain in your neck

you were out for awhile, waking up just as dazed, tied and laid on the floor of The dark room after looking around from a blurry sight you make out a outline of your teacher, Mr. Jefferson. He was wearing gloves and a white button up, a modern camera in his hands as he takes pictures of you

forced and dazed, laying there as he grabs you, adjusting your position and taking a picture, mumbling on and on about you