Note: This is going to be a very disturbing story. I don't intend to be graphic - I don't think I usually am on here, but if well-done, it should make you shiver. Don't read it unless you're cool with that.

I opened my eyes and smiled. Such a beautiful day it was at Camp American Freedom. I stretched, enjoying the feel of silk against my skin almost as much as I enjoyed leather.

Mm. I'd gotten up early enough to get hot water for my shower. I purred, letting the warmth flow over my skin. It was delicious. Soon, too, I'd be able to get to work. I was so lucky to have work I enjoyed.

I got into my guard uniform and chuckled. The rest of the mutant guards had to wear power inhibitor collars, unless their powers were weak. I did not have to. I made sure to strap my nightstick, illegally reinforced with lead, to my belt. I checked my sheath. My knife was there and sharp.

I got to do punishments today. I sighed in delight. The last time I'd gotten to do punishment, I'd collected a soul and still had prisoners flinching away from me. It was wonderful.

I ran down to the guard ready room and was there in five seconds. Ah, my sweet, sweet sister was there, looking up at the roster with relief on her face. The pathetic fool that she is. I wonder, sometimes, why I don't just send her to our mother's realm.

She shook as she saw me. Good. I smiled gently at her. "Wanda."

She bit her lip. "Pietro!" She pretended joy at the sight of me. I laughed. She wore a collar like the rest of the mutant swine guarding the camp.

"Why don't you come with me today, dear sister? Perhaps we can show the warden your true nature." I reached out to touch her face and stopped when she started flinching away.

"N...no, that's okay, Pietro." Her loss. My dear, loving sister always tried to forget our mother's heritage. I twisted the air above her skin instead and she whimpered in pain.

Ah. That's a sound I always enjoy.

"Please," she whined. "Pietro, please."

I didn't need more pain from her. I released my hold on her soul, and she shivered. "Remember who our mother is. She reigns below, Wanda. You could reign here, as I do. Stop letting our weak father's blood corrupt you."

I left then, heading to the punishment block, humming cheerily. I never let the fact that Magneto was my sire hold me back from my true demonic heritage. I was glad.

The survivors of the group I'd betrayed were here today. Wonderful. Two women and a man. Just perfect.

I waited in the doorway. They were hog-tied and cuffed, so it took them a few moments to notice me. Then the man turned his head and his eyes widened. "Quicksilver? What happened to you?"

I smiled proudly. "Nothing, Summers. But something's going to happen to you." I stroked my knife slowly.

"Betrayal." Ah, the bitterness in his throat warmed my body. All the negative emotions, really, were all I needed.

"Of course. When you knew me before, I only aided the X-men so you would get me away from that milksop moralist of a father of mine." I pulled the blade out and started playing with it.

He gave a sharp, quick intake of breath. I stopped playing and got to work.

In a few hours, I was done. They were strapped to the racks in the punishment cell, covered in new wounds, some of which would scar. I had managed to restrain myself a little, going over their screams in my head. I couldn't have the delights of their pain if they were dead, after all, though I think maybe Scott was trying to get me to kill him at the end.

Perhaps next time I'll let myself go a little. Even the punishment I would receive for such a deed would be far outweighed by the joy of taking his soul and draining his life.

I twirled my nightstick like Charlie Chaplin and strolled out of the cell. There was still more to do in the concentration camp for mutants, and I was going to do it all.