Jane was a renowned professor, famous for her strict teaching methods and ice-cold demeanor. As she glanced around the classroom, she couldn't help but sigh in frustration - most of her students seemed more interested in their phones than paying attention to the lesson at hand.
One particular student caught her eye; he was slouching in his seat, head hung low over his desk, and appeared to be dozing off. Jane approached him slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When she reached his desk, she leaned in menacingly, her warm breath tickling his ear.
"What is the meaning of this?" she hissed, her eyes burning into him. The student jumped slightly, startled out of his sleep-induced daze.
"I... I'm sorry, professor," he stammered, looking up at her with wide, frightened eyes. "I just can't seem to focus today."
That was the last straw for Jane. With a growl of frustration, she snatched the sleepy boy up by his shirt collar and pulled him close, her face mere inches from his. She could feel his heart racing against his chest as she glared down at him, her fury palpable.
"You're wasting my time," she spat, "and for that, you will pay."
Before the boy could even register what was happening, Jane had lifted him off the ground, his tiny body dangling helplessly between her fingers. He let out a pathetic whimper as she began to shake him violently, causing his head to wobble comically from side to side.
"Pay attention!" she commanded, her tone dripping with venom. "Or else."
With that, Jane took a bite out of the terrified boy, her teeth tearing through his shirt and skin as if it were nothing. The boy let out a high-pitched scream, his eyes wide with horror as he felt himself being slowly devoured by his own teacher.
Jane didn't care; all she could think about was the hunger gnawing at her insides. She took another bite, this time tearing off a chunk of the boy's flesh and throwing it into her mouth. He let out a muffled cry as she continued to chew, his cries becoming increasingly feeble.
By the time Jane was finished, there was nothing left of the boy but a bloody mess in her hand. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then dropped the remains onto the ground, where they splattered and sizzled.
"Now," she said coldly, "let's try this again, shall we?"
