John looked around worriedly, finally spotting a large storage closet nearby. Getting inside it, he hid amongst the janitor's tools, watching through the crack in the doorway as the headmistress sauntered down the hallway to the elevator. He felt a chill as she talked to herself, pleased with how things were going.
"Ah, such bliss. Play the hypnotic music box every day, and every female here bends to my will," she said, licking her lips. "I wonder how much you'll wriggle in my belly, little boy. Your soul will add so many years to my life. Years of youth and beauty. And so will every other man I eat after you. Heheheh..."
"Bitch," John muttered. He chanced peeking out, hearing the elevator ding. Quickly glancing through the hallway, he got out and looked around. For a brief moment, he debated going to the police, reporting this... and then realized how he'd sound if he did. No, there was only one course left to him now - revenge. He built up his determination, and went towards Headmistress Morgaine's office.
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