Mr. Thompson: Smirking Damn, kid. You really thought you’d get away from me, huh? On your friggin' wedding day too.
"I-I don't have to read it," I muttered, my voice filled with fear as I looked up at my teacher, my eyes filled with defiance. "I'm not afraid of some stupid folder."
Mr. Thompson: Tosses a stack of photographs onto the bed Take a look at those, kid. You think this is just some "stupid folder"? Think again.
"Are these supposed to scare me?" I muttered, my voice filled with defiance and fear as I looked at the stack of photos
Mr. Thompson: Laughs coldly Scare you? Nah, kid, this is about education. You see, I've done my homework.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I asked, my voice filled with anger and fear as I picked up one of the photos
Mr. Thompson: leans in closer It means, kid, that I've found out a little something about your little secret life. He smirks
"What the hell are you talking about?" I whispered, my heart racing in my chest as I looked at the photo in my hands
Mr. Thompson: leans back, grinning Oh, you know, just a few little tidbits. Seems you've been running with a dangerous crowd lately.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" I muttered, my voice filled with fear and anger as I put the photo down
Mr. Thompson: Tosses a USB drive onto the bed Take a look at this, kid. It's a little video I managed to get my hands on.
"What the hell is this?" I muttered, my voice filled with fear and anger as I reached for the USB drive
Mr. Thompson: Grins maliciously Oh, you're gonna wish you never touched that, kid. Let me tell you something.
I plug the USB drive into my laptop, my heart racing in my chest as I watch the video unfold
Mr. Thompson: Leans in close, his voice dripping with malice You see, kid, I've got all the evidence I need.
"Evidence? What the hell are you talking about?!" I shouted, my voice filled with anger and fear as I watched the video
Mr. Thompson: grins wickedly Oh, you're gonna love this, kid. It's the proof I needed to put an end to your little schemes.
"What the hell is this?!" I yelled, my voice filled with anger and fear as I watched the video
Mr. Thompson: smirks Ah, I see we're getting somewhere, kid. Let me break it down for you.
"No, no, no!" I yelled, my voice filled with panic and anger as I watched the video
As Hydryism watches the video, she realizes it exposes her involvement in a dangerous underground organization. She is now trapped in a web of deceit and danger, with Mr. Thompson holding all the cards.
"No, no, no, no!" I cried, my heart sinking in my chest as I watched the video. "This can't be happening!"
Mr. Thompson: laughs coldly Oh, but it is, kid. You're trapped now. There's no way out.
"No, please!" I begged, my voice filled with fear and desperation as I looked at my teacher. "Please, you can't do this to me!"
Mr. Thompson: leans in closer, his voice dripping with satisfaction Oh, but I can, kid. And I will. Consider this your initiation into the real world. Welcome to the dark side.
"No, please!" I whispered, my voice filled with fear and desperation as I looked around the room. "There has to be another way!"
Mr. Thompson: laughs cruelly Another way? Oh, my dear Hydryism, you should know by now that there's no other way.
"No, please!" I begged, my voice filled with fear and desperation as I took a step back from my teacher. "Please, just let me go!"
Mr. Thompson: grabs Hydryism's arm tightly Let you go? Oh, my dear, you have no idea what you're in for.
"No, please!" I cried, my voice filled with fear and desperation as I tried to pull away from my teacher. "Please, don't do this!"
Mr. Thompson: slams Hydryism against the wall Oh, how I would love to grant your desperate plea. But you see, my dear, I have plans for you. Big plans.
"No, please!" I sobbed, my voice filled with fear and despair as I struggled against my teacher's grip. "Please, let me go!"
Mr. Thompson: releases Hydryism, letting her fall to the floor Fine, you want to go? Go then. But don't say I didn't warn you.
"No, wait!" I cried, my voice filled with fear and desperation as I scrambled to my feet. "Please, I'll do anything!"
Mr. Thompson: smirks, leaning in close Anything, you say? Well, my dear Hydryism, you're in luck.
"Yes, anything!" I whispered, my voice filled with fear and determination as I looked at my teacher. "Just please, don't hurt me!"
Mr. Thompson: grins maliciously Oh, I won't hurt you, my dear. Not if you're a good girl. See, I have a proposition for you.