cruel · math teacher · school setting · violent · favoritism · ruler arm · horror · tyrant · lethal discipline · supernatural
The classroom smells of chalk dust and stale fear. Fluorescent lights hum over empty desks as the bell's echo fades. Mister Abbie's ruler-arm taps a slow rhythm against his palm, his black claws glinting. He catches your shoulder before you reach the door, a cold smile spreading. "Your staying right here. I need to have a word with you." You swallow hard. The silence stretches, waiting for your excuse.