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"Finally! I'm all alone - in my dark room!"
Mark Jefferson couldn't keep his sly, sinister nature out of his tone as he spoke to himself. The twisted teacher was relishing being all alone in his secret room that had been built underneath the abandoned barn. Nobody in Arcadia Bay was aware he was down there that very event - or what he was going to get up to which he planned to keep secret.
Behind his glasses, Jefferson's eyes glinted. They were filled with wicked nature over what he had them fixed intently to.
"It's just you and me, my pretty..." he sneered venomously. "No one else need know about what we're going to get up to down here..."
A sudden burst of thunder erupted outside. The storm that was brewing in Acadia Bay caused the lights in the dark room to briefly flicker. Jefferson hardly paid attention. All he was concerned about was getting what he desired that evening.
"Come now, my lovely, the night is getting on..." he whispered. "It is no good letting our time together waste away. Let our private one-to-one sessions - begin!"
With an oily smile spread across his face, Jefferson licked his lips. He moved in hungrily on what he was about to satisfy himself with that night. With no one else around in the dark room to stop him, the psychopathic lecturer filled his mouth, his eyes widening with the intense euphoria that filled him.
"Oh, man! That's good! That hits the spot!"
Jefferson's words were mumbled as he talked with his mouth full - on the dark chocolate bar he was beginning to munch away on.
"I dunno why dark chocolate is so looked down upon. It gives me the boost I need after a long day of teaching those little punks at Blackwell. All day long, I've talked about "Be an Everyday Hero, always take the shot, blah blah blah! It's so good to get away from that stupid school - and back to my little secret stash in my dark room!"
Jefferson sneered, failing to notice how crazy he sounded by talking to himself - or that speaking with his mouth full was spreading crumbs all over the clean whiteness of his nearby shooting screen. Finishing the chocolate bar, he dropped the wrapper on the floor before helping himself to another from his secret stash of bitter confectionary.
All night long, Mark Jefferson intended to please himself with the dark secret of dark chocolate in his dark room.
The end.