Marlena had heard his rant about her lack of worth without giving away too much emotion. On the inside though, a whirlpool of emotions and sensation was cursing through her veins. He was a madman! A raving madman… the way he was talking to her, the way he was circling her, never once stopping to tap his cane. Though it was quite possibly worse to consider the possibility that he wasn’t an isolated madman in an otherwise normal school. He might have been telling the truth as to what this place was all about. The behavior of the only other teacher she has met thus far suggested as much.<br/><br/>Suddenly his pacing around her frightened little frame came to a halt and he pointed at the desk with his cane. When he ordered her to bend over the desk, she turned her head towards him as if she was unsure she had heard him right.<br/><br/><strong>“Bend over the desk? Are you serious?” </strong><br/><br/>There was a cold gleam in his eyes that suggested he was. She wanted nothing more than to run away, but he had locked the door after she had entered his classroom.<br/><br/>And even if it had been open, she wasn’t sure she had the courage to stand up to him. There was something cruel and calculated about his demeanor that frightened her well beyond the cane in his hand. Marlena reluctantly bended her frame towards the wooden desk and allowed her hands to rest on the surface. Her legs was trembling even as he teasingly slapped his own palm with the wooden cane.<br/><br/><strong>“Please sir… I meant no disrespect to you or the school with my behavior…”</strong><br/><br/>There was some panic and fear in her voice as she desperately tried to plead with him.<br/>