This Devil's Workday: Purification

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Cammie learns the hard way exactly what has been going on. ((Possible triggers, backdated due to illness))

Cammie's smart mouth doesn't do her any favors as 'purification' begins.

As Noah turned the corners towards the corners of the basement, a sneer began to pull at the corners of his lips. As much as he loved his new "family" he hated some of the things he had to do to keep in their good graces. Watching over the newly captured mutant scum was at the top of the list. If it were up to him, he would sacrifice all the little bastards and send them back to the dark father that probably spawned them. He paused for a second, eying the top of a patch of green hair in front of him. Couldn't they even try to hide? Did they have no shame? In his mind Noah remembered the precautions he had to take with the girl, laid out clearly by his superiors, at the top of the list was to not get any of her blood on him. But that still didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun. Planting forward with his left leg, he let his right swing forward slamming into the mutants gut. The thud was enough to cheer him up just a little. "No rest for the wicked!"

“You hit like a girl,” Cammie gasped, the punch waking her up, “No really,” she said, still wet from the drop. “I’d hit you back, but I’m all tied up at the moment.” Which was true, her arms tied over her head with some sort of tubing, making it impossible to cut herself no matter how much she struggled.

"Cute" the man answered as he turned back and found what he was looking for. With a slight groan he began to pull a large metal tub full of ice water forward. "Is that your demonic ability? Telling the world's worst stand up routine?" As he pushed the bucket to a halt just in front of the girl he bent down, and grabbed her hair in a tight fist, letting it hover over the water. "They tell me that I need to give you your daily shower."

“No one told me what a great spa this was,” she managed. Cammie, in general, really hated the cold. And getting dunked wasn’t exactly her idea of a good time, “And no, it’s just one of my great talents.”

Without another word, the man thrust with all of his might, throwing his hand and the head it was carrying into the icy water. He held it there for a few seconds before yanking upward again. As he let the water drip off the girls face, he leaned forward. "Now do you want another facial later today, or was that one good enough?"

Cammie started laughing, spitting out ice cold water, “What porn did you learn your terminology from? Because you really need a refresher course.”

The man thrust his hand down again for a few seconds before pulling it back up. As he thrust her head backward, Noah walked a few paces away before speaking. "Whoops, I must have slipped." He smirked again. "Leave it to one of Satan's spawn to bring pornography into this."

She coughed the water up, “If you masturbated more, maybe it’d take the top off of some of this rage.”

Maybe the girl was right about his anger as it forced him to rush forward with another swift kick to the girl's guy. "Don't you dare talk like that in my presence." As he stood over her, Noah shook his head from side to side. "And to think that there are people out there that think people like you are 'just like normal people'. But they'll know the truth soon."

“I’m just a jackass. Doesn’t have anything to do with being a mutant,” she said, gasping after the kick and still from the water boarding, “Just like you’re a prick. Doesn’t have a damn thing to do with being human.”

"I'm not talking about being a mutant exactly," the man spit out as he gave a slight hand gesture. "I'm talking about what that means in the grand scheme of things." Falling down to his knees, Noah again got in Cammie's face. "Tell me something, have you ever thought about where...things... like you come from?"

“I came from a test tube, but I stick by that only because I don’t like the idea of my creepy mom actually getting laid,” Cammie said simply.

"Sex, sex, sex, is that all you can think about!" In another fit of rage, Noah kicked the metal tub forward letting the water crash out and towards the girl. "But of course what more can I expect from the spawn of Satan?" He shook his head as he tried to catch his own breath. "And to believe there's actually those that think you can be rehabilitated or even use your powers for good?" The man couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I'm just happy that the truth has been revealed to me."

Oh, now that was cold. She was shivering now, “Humans think ‘bout sex,” she said through clattering teeth, “Else there wouldn’t be anymore people running around. ‘Know a godlier man than you, and he’s blue with a tail.”

"Aw, are you cold?" Nah said in a mocking tone. "I'm sure you'll be warm soon enough with the final destination in your future." A twisted smile was outside of his control at this point. "Maybe you'll see your little friend there. Tell me, does he have a pair of horns as well?"

“He’s not little and no horns. ‘Don’t have many friends, but he’s… God’s supposda be love, right? He’s the closest thing I got to a brother and if there really is a god, he’s a saint. You and me? We’re just the devil’s garbage,” she spat, shivering.

"Devil's garbage huh? Well that's the smartest thing I've heard coming out of your mouth since you've been here." Placing his boot on Cammie's hand, the man bent down and got into the face of the girl. "Now I want you to listen to me. Whatever you are, having things like you is against nature, and against the will of the Father. It is our job to clean out yourself and your abominations. Now that process can be quick, or that process can be painful and slow. It's up to you." Twisting his boot, he looked deep into her eyes. "Now before I go check on your other hell spawn, do you have anything you want to confess to me? Maybe where your blue friend is? Maybe if you tell me, we can end your suffering a bit early."

“Fuck you,” Cammie said not struggling against the boot. She was shivering, still, “Go clean yourself up. Make it as long and as painful as you want. Why not cut me open? I bet it’ll be fun.”

"Again with that stand-up routine." With one final twist down with his book Noah stood up. "I'll be sure to have them send you another ice bath for later because it seems to keep you so upbeat."

Great. She was going to freeze to death down here. Either to ‘save her soul’ or to ‘send her to hell’ she wasn’t quite sure on the message yet, “Fuck you, you motherfucking shitbag!” she called after him. She was hardly cheerful.

"Merry Christmas to you too." Noah made sure to kick some of the remaining water back into the girls face as he stomped further into the mutant house of horrors.

The purification takes on more of a physical bent, testing Cammie in other ways. ((Warning: violence))

Cammie opened her eyes slowly.

There wasn't really any indication of day or night down here. Or real heat, so where her clothes had been wet her skin was just this side of numb. Her arms were up over her head, secured by what felt like some sort of reinforced leather tubing. All the struggling in the world wasn't making any difference or making her bleed.

"Hey, assholes!" she called out, "Where the fuck is my three course meal? Or a fucking cup of hot coco?!" It took a few minutes but eventually a small woman entered the room, the snap of surgical gloves loud in the silence as she moved toward the younger girl.

"I would watch your mouth, were I you," she finally said, following it up with a lighting fast punch to Cammie's stomach. For all her seeming delicacy, the woman hit like a mule.

A whoosh of air escaped, "Heh, you hit better than most of the guys here. Better watch that. Don't want to end up down here with us."

"Your concern is touching, my dear," she answered, giving Cammie an assessing look before another punch, lighter this time, but to the throat. It was as if she knew just the right pressure to use to hurt, but not to kill.

That swallowed the snappy reply right there. It was hard to talk after that, but not hard to spit.

The woman ducked out of the way, having been told something of Cammie's talents, as well as a warning not to make the girl bleed. It limited some of her options but she'd always prefered to be creative. She walked back across the room to grab a long solid looking nightstick and smiled as she ran a hand down its length.

"I'd like for you to meet someone, Cammie. I call him Steve, would you like to meet Steve?"

"Depends," Cammie gasped, "Is he cute?"

"Oh, very," The woman replied, driving 'Steve' into Cammie's knee, the snap of bone audible in the otherwise silent room.

Cammie didn't scream, but she did cry out, "You keep Steve. Steve's an asshole," she gasped, curling up as much as she could.

"Now you've hurt his feelings," the woman replied, tapping Cammie's chin up with the end of 'Steve' before driving the butt into her stomach. "He gets very mean when you do that."

Practical application of that meditation crap Logan had been teaching her, not letting this get to her and keeping her head somewhat clear, despite being freezing cold. On the end of that bit of pain she took a deep breath. If she was expecting another smart mouth answer, she wasn't going to get it.

Unfortunately for Cammie, the woman seemed uncaring as to whether she answered her or not. A wet crunching sound accompanied 'Steve's' connection with her shoulder blade, followed up by a snap as her already broken leg was hit again, higher along the leg this time.

She bit her cheek silently, tasting the blood. It served two purposes, it kept her from crying out and she could let it start to pool in her mouth. When there was enough of it there she could spit it, or open her mouth and just let the smell tell its own story. Everything else just hurt like hell. She had been lucky up to this point in her life and never had a broken bone. The pain was making her blank on the whole blank mind thing but she tried. She thought about chasing Kevin around the mansion with a spatula, or how much focus she had to put into fighting lessons with Logan.

"Are you listening, my dear?" the woman asks after a moment, she's stepped back aways and seems to be studying Cammie with blue eyes so dark they're almost black. "Because it would be a shame if we had to do this more then once, don't you think?"

Her happy place shifted to just laying in bed with Manuel, the almost normal relationship that was still gratefully broken. She smiled, "Oh, you got me," she said, "full attention. Right here."

Her head was suddenly forced to the side with bruising force, dry lips brushing against her ear as a voice whispered.

"Hiding will do you no good, my dear. The pain will find you wherever you go."

And with that, the nightstick came down, hitting Cammie on the jaw, and along the side of her cheekbone.

Blood started to slowly drip out of her mouth, Cammie smiled darkly, "Poison does that too."