Texts

Before Dr Jones could search the school, her phone started to ding. She saw texts from an unknown number. It was a serious of photos and one gif.

Dr. Jones had no memory of any of the images she saw. She grew hot and flustered. Never in a million years could she imagine doing anything like she saw in the images.

Unless you want these sent to the school's board of directors, head straight for room 204 and tell no one. Walk in and sit at the desk. There is a blindfold on the desk. Put it on.

Dr. Jones' mouth fell open.