Chapter Two: Bokeh

Max moved her arms in front of her face as gusts of winds that could knock over the strongest man on the earth. She walked the path to the lighthouse which it seemed she'd walked a thousand times before. She reached the top, but something was different there was no tornado just an intense storm heavy winds the sea rising but no destructive force.

Then her head snapped up the first thing she noticed was she was no longer laying on the ground. But she was placed in a square like chair. Her hands and her ankles were duct taped to the chair. A blinding light was shone onto her face from the heavy duty photography lights, then suddenly max realized where she was.

"Oh fuck…" her heart picked up again she quickly looked around she was greeted by the site of the dark room from the view of the model. She wanted to cry for help but the words wouldn't come out, then she moved her leg. Max moved it more and it started to come loose, she moved it again and again until it was finally free. Max moved her now free leg over and pulled the metal medical table over to her, it now sat in front of the still bound girl. She looked over the table and noticed there were needles, a heavy tranquilizing liquid in a small glass bottle, and a scalpel it was close enough that max was able to pick it up with her mouth. As she did she quickly reached down and undid the duct tape on her arm.

Footstep echoed throughout the bunker and then the sound of a digit code, Max made it look like she hadn't moved a muscle she held the scalpel in her hand and kept her hand pressed against the arm of the chair. The door opened and Max wait to be greeted with Nathan's Ugly face. But instead, it was one she didn't ever think she would see down here. "Oh my god Mr. Jefferson," Max said softly in relief, she took note he wasn't wearing his jacket just a white dress shirt and his black pants.

"Thank goodness you're here Nathan's been up to something and it's horrific"

"Oh has he now?" Jefferson tried to suppress his smirk as he walked over to the desk, Max's eyes followed him and she saw his jacket over the chair. He then picked up a pair of rubber gloves.
"Mr. Jefferson… No…" she said softly the thought sinking in

"Oh yes Max, you know… You've been way more brave as of recent. Sneaking into the school after hours, sneaking into Nathans room and nowhere… If only you had just listened, Max then we wouldn't be in this mess. You could have been on route to San Francisco in 2 days. But you throw it away to play detective with your friend."

Max was silent she could believe what she was hearing, he continued though

"No witty comeback, no surprising me with the answer Maxine… Pity" He almost whispered the last word he spoke as he strode across the room to her.

He took her small face into one of his larger hands move it side to side, looking at her as if she was just a piece of meat. She felt the butterflies again like she just wanted to him take her away. "Max are you crazy he's the one who hurt everyone" she reminded herself. Anger boiled inside her, but even then the excited butterflies of his presence did not leave. Her hand moved quickly the sharp blade cutting right up his cheek, he grasped her hand and laughed lowly. "Wow, max you really are a fighter aren't you?" He smirked as his blood dripped onto her face, he quickly took the scalpel getting the tape and moving to retape her hand. When he noticed her leg "Oh wow Maxine you really sly" he moved to her leg first wrapping the tape around it. As he was she whacked him right on the head

"Son of a…." He got up quickly "Maxine play nice, or else"

"Or what you'll do what you've done to everyone else, ha jokes on you I think I'd…" She realized that she was on the way to saying something that she didn't want to admit to herself let alone the man who had captured her. He smiled again "What was that Max"

"Nothing" she mumbled her cheeks feeling hot and flushed

"If you say so Miss Caulfield" his hand was back on her cheek "you look wonderful with blood on your face, it brings out the blue of your eyes" He mumbled softly going to the back of the room to get his camera. She heard footsteps then the shutter of the camera she peered out of the corner of her eye at him a scowl on her face. "Perfect, don't move Maxine," he said as the camera went off again. She moves her head away quickly that earned a loud sigh from the man standing there.

"Why don't you just fucking listen Max, maybe if you had paid attention in my classes max you would have seen this coming… Or maybe you did and you just couldn't wait to be here" he smiled as he moved closer to her again. Max moved back in the chair as his gloved hand softly moved onto her face, turning it over to the side that has the still wet blood on it. He softly licked her cheek, max let out a soft gasp her cheeks went bright red almost in the likes of the blood that had stained her cheeks moments ago.

"What is it max? Did you like that or something…" he smirked, her eyes widening and cheeks feeling as hot as a desert.

"No..No" she gulped and stuttered out softly

"I think you did…" He softly moved into her his lips so close to her ear she could smell the intoxicating smell of his cologne

"You are the one I've wanted from the beginning" he mumbles pulling back and walking over to the other side of the room. "You are the perfect model of innocence, I would have loved to have more than one session with you. So sad this will be your first and last session ever. You and that nosy ass friend of yours have until the end of the night"

"Well Max this has been so much fun, but any final words" the teacher she had admired, respected and grown to have feelings for, was about to kill her.

"Please don't... Let anyone read my diary" She said looking over at the book that sat next to her bag. His smirk reappeared

"Oh yes, this little thing that you always seem to be writing in… Let's have a look shall we"

"No...no please don't sir" Max cried but it fell on deaf ears

"First day of school, Ya da ya da, hella boring classes, apart from photography Mr. Jefferson sure has skills. Awww, thank you, max."

The man continued to skim through the book "this is all boring teenager crap, your little illustrations are rather intriguing though" He said

Max sat there silently recalling one page she hoped he'd passed and wouldn't see.

"Oh whats this, last night I had this crazy dream right, ugh so embarrassing…" he stated in a typical teen tone but then it changes to more intrigued "I went to see Mr. Jefferson after class and…" he read the rest in his head.

Max felt her cheeks flaming "dammit he found the page" she murmured, max looked over at him intently reading the page his cheeks flushed as well.

"Well Maxine," He cleared his throat "I didn't know this was why you liked daydreaming in my class so much, cause your dreams contain me doing some, nasty things to you." He flipped forward to her last entry which she made today she walked over to her placing the needle down softly.
"So Max, you liked the photo's in Nathan's room? I took the framed ones on the wall. Did they excite you? Is little max confused by it, maybe you want to take photos like that or… be in them" He moved right up to her ear she could feel his hot breath dancing on her cheek "I could make that reality for you"