Madison was at a set of stairs at the end of the hall when she first saw Mr. Blackstone who seemed to pause outside her dorm. Maybe he didn't plan on catching her and would simply allow her to leave. Because of this she was caught off guard when a rough hand grabbed her by the back of the neck and she tumbled backwards. Bags flying out of her hands and down to the next landing. Before she could even react Madison was flat against the wall, her cheek scraping along it for a moment.<br/><br/>"Punishment? What kind of punishment can you possibly give me Mr. Blackstone? Detention? Oh no, I know you're going to give me lines. Make me write the school rules until I can't possibly write anymore." She still had a smug, defiant attitude, but underneath it all she was trembling and fighting back tears.<br/><br/>She tried desperately to free herself, never with the intention of hurting her teacher but rather to rid herself of feeling trapped. "Please, let me go," the change in her tone was drastic, she was whimpering as she continued to plea. Truth was Madison was terrified of male authority figures as her father had hoped, but instead of being scared into submission she always fought back and struggled never wanting to be a victim like her mother.