You woke up in a foreign room, you didn’t know where you were but when you heard a camera flash and someone was taking pictures of you.

You were bound with duct tape around both your ankles and your wrists as you looked around, you were disorientated and out of your mind, you couldn’t think straight until you heard someone start to speak.

“Someone finally decided to wake up.” and as the voice spoke there he was Mark Jefferson himself and upon seeing him you knew where you were - The Dark Room.

His gloved hand went over your cheek, stroking it slightly “Are you ready for your closeup?” he whispered as you were still disorientated. He ran his hands through your hair before donning a fresh pair of gloves and getting behind the camera.

“Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.” he smirked from behind the camera as he moved over to you to get you into the positions he wanted you in, whether it be lying down, sitting on a chair, posing with him or in a vulnerable position he made sure you were perfect.

Once he was done taking pictures of you he had a red folder with your name on it taken out and sat on his desk, he was putting each picture he took of you into it, admiring each one.

“Beautiful….” he said to himself as he looked at you with lust and a lot of sadistic tendencies in his expression and in his mind.

He just watched you, knowing he had just captured you and decided to frame you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation.

He had you right where he wanted you and you weren’t escaping his clutches anytime soon.

You were stuck, in The Dark Room, with your psycho teacher, what else could go wrong?