blood works like rain | {eden/amadeus}

Amadeus Vaux

Subject: Eden Ohara, District Three

Crimes: Assault and Battery

His instructions were as clear as a cloudless day, and the assigned punishment was within reason. A crime – no matter how simple – could not go without some amount of physical punishment, especially in the Detention Center. But it didn’t require anything severe. No avoxing, no whipping, no extensive torture. His other cases were much more critical, much more demanding of his time, patience, and ruthlessness. At times it was exhausting to drown out the screams and distance himself from his basic sense of morality, but he was relieved that this was a different environment. The change in atmosphere was enough to energize him. It was foreign in comparison to the Districts, which he constantly roamed due to a dreadful consistency in orders.

One incident had altered his luck for the better, and here he was.

His duties were similar, which was somewhat of a shame, although not unexpected. However, it was much more demanding of his skillset. He was proving his capabilities as a loyal dog to The Capitol. He could follow any order given to him by any of his superiors, most of which required his undivided attention in the soundproof interrogation rooms. He was like a machine working day and night. Without books to occupy his spare time, perhaps it was unhealthy for him to live this way. But there was no choice in the matter. He was here until he was reassigned, and there was no telling when that would happen.

His orders regarding this subject were to deliver a physical punishment that suited the crime. Specifically, one identical to the crime. He had done his fair share of whippings and knocking runaways to the ground in the past. Sometimes a smack or two in the abdomen with a baton were necessary. A beating, however, was new territory.

He was a gentle man outside of his trade. Out of uniform, nobody would ever guess that he could be as brutal as he was. He wondered if that talent was a shame to certain people, or if they simply accepted him as he was.

Cellblock C13 opened without a creak. The subject inside immediately noted his arrival, and cautiously stood up as if he planned to back her into a corner. ”So, you've come to deliver my punishment, then?” she said. He pondered whether to engage or not. She was right, of course, but her demeanor suggested a different thought process. She smiled and deliberately pulled her hair over one shoulder. He recognized the body language. It always flattered his coworkers when a criminal offered themself up as objects rather than people to escape or lessen punishments. Appearing desirable could indeed effect certain Peacekeepers.

Amadeus never thought of his criminals that way. They had to be subjects, nothing more.

”I will be escorting you to another room,” he started, voice monotone. ”If you resist, the terms of your punishment will be reevaluated.”

He grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the cell.

Amadeus Vaux

Her snide comments were left disregarded. The firm grip was for good measure. Prisoners slipping away - even for just an instant before the guards swarmed and tackled them - was not tolerated. Policies regarding prisoner transport were strict. Expectations were high, and Amadeus would heed them with absolute loyalty.

He knew he was not disrupting her circulation, even as he yanked her into one of the interrogation rooms. One without a chair or table for a real interrogation. A better-suited name was a "punishment" room. It was barren, meant only for physical assignments.

Crime: Assault and Battery
Punishment: Battery

A minimum of ten minutes were to be spent punishing the subject. He withdrew the baton from his back pocket and bashed her collar bone. It was always easier to start from the neck and work his way down.