"I- no.. Ummm,"<em>Crap! What am I doing? Give up while you're ahead. You were ahead before you started running you damn fool!</em>Madison's mind warred with itself. A part of her wishing to just give in before it got any worse while the other side said 'you are already up to your neck in deep water, take the plunge.' Neither option was appeasing because either way she was wrong. Mr. Blackstone had been fair enough to give her choices and warn her of what he was to do but- she felt a sting to her cheek. The cause was from her own hand that interrupted her thoughts.<br/><br/>"I trust no one here, sir. Especially not when there was a girl being raped in a glass box because she wanted to get away. You're all twisted and sick, not a single one of you<em>genuinely</em>care about the students." It was as if the guard was not there, her mind focused on Blackstone and Blackstone only, though the pain caused by the woman who had pinned and worked to keep Madison that way made her wince and grit her teeth. "It has nothing to do with my preferences but rather that most of the other teachers, from what I can tell at least, you can read their intentions. Whereas with you it's all FAKE. You want to read  me like I'm a book, act like you give a damn, but all so you can take my virginity at some point. Isn't that what you said in your office last night, or did I misunderstand something?" Madison's eyes were narrow in her icy glare at the teacher, her hands firmly planted on the ground for leverage. "Please. Correct me if I'm wrong."