The worst kind of job [Emma Frost POV]

10 minutes earlier

"Excuse me, Ms. Frost" the mother of the girl they came here for chattered. As usual Charles had been right. This mutants powers seemed almost constantly active, and her near surroundings had been influenced so much that apparently neither of her parents seemed to find it questionable that an X-Woman showed up at their place for breakfast. She was just invited in and asked if she wanted to share breakfast, until the mother - Nora - had excused herself upstairs for a bit, from which she now came back down. "Our little princess needed help cleaning her nipples" she said just as carefree, but her words made Emmas smile freeze.

"She... needed what, please?" She asked politely. Sure, Charles had told them that she would be a telepath, which was why she was here. It was not too rare to find a telepath in some questionable situations. It was one of the most abusable powers, and power corrupted, famously. But still, this was her mother!

"Oh, don't worry about it, I made sure to lick them all clean" the woman that looked to be in her early 30s but according to the intel was in her 40s stated.

"I see. Would you mind telling me what else your daughter needs help with frequently. Don't worry, it won't lower my opinion of her if you tell me everything, I am just curious so maybe I could help her as well?" Emma played her anger down. Too bad that she sucked at faking her emotions right now. Not that it mattered, as before an answer was given vocally, a scene started to unfold that spoke more than any other example could have.

The bathroom door opened and a muscular man stepped out, holding a bowl in his hand - right in front of his dick. Which sadly was the only thing he was holding to cover his body, as he was stark naked. "Done, honey, breakfast is prepared" The apparent husband of Nora stated relieved. As he stepped next to Emma without a care about his own nudity, he put down the bowl, giving the Mutant a chance to look inside of it. It was filled with something that she recognized to be very thick cum.

She had seen enough. This mutant was out of control. Despite having promised the teaching staff that she would hold back on using her powers on anyone not deserving, it was deeply necessary to fix the mental state of these two, before they may be **** to actually eat from the cereal bowl that he just filled. And he had filled it so much. She must have **** him to work on this for hours without stop to get so much in there. The poor man.

She send out a quick mental wave that made the mother sit down next to her for now and to stop talking until it became necessary, while it allowed the father to hide himself by at least turning away. She was going to dive deeper into their minds and fix what was broken later, because she could hear steps on the upper end of the stairs, and she did not want to be surprised by the mutant whose fault all this was.

"...I gotta say you are creative but that is not acceptable in the slightest." Emma finished her tirade, the entire time highly on alert because she feared the mutant bitch might sling out mentally at her, but at least she didn't do that yet. She was half hoping that she would. If she dared, Emma would have had any reason to lash out back at her and destroy her, making her suffer in the process.

Suffer... yes... she could make her suffer... it would be great to do that. It would be feeling so good. It was... truly what Emma wanted... was to see this little bitch suffer as much as possible... much more important than taking her back to school... or fixing her parents... all she had to do was make this girl suffer. That was the most important thing right now.

Emma blinked a few times, the glazing clear eyes she must have had in the last few seconds disappearing and focussing back on the scantily clad girl in front of her. 'What a slut' she judged once again. Without needing a further reason she lashed out and entered the girls mind. The promise not to do so that she gave was only a distant memory now.

Once she was in there she took a physical step back. It was completely different than she had expected. No mental defenses were the first surprise. The second was the depressing tone of her thoughts, as well as the content. She hated everything around herself, feeling tortured and betrayed... how was this possible... except?

She dived deeper and read both her surface and secret thoughts, seeing her fresh memory of just how her mother had helped her clean, and also the confirmation of how the cum-bowl was sitting on her space, marking it as her meal.

Emma took another step back, realizing her mistake. This girl was not tormenting her parents. It was the other way around... which means she was innocent... but... if she was innocent, then... how could Emma make sure she suffered?