After a few minutes of driving to their place, the girls helped Mike take Bill's unconscious body out of the back seat and into the building to the appropriate room for his punishment.
Athena strategically designed this place to where specific people are to deal with specific abusers. Since Bill is a physical abuser, he gets the lovely Ferma. When Ferma was a child she was beaten by her single dad everyday after her mom died. He couldn't stand raising a child on his own let alone a little girl and became a drunk. Stan was his name, he would beat, cut, and starve Ferma for days at a time after her mom passed on.
When Ferma was 16 Athena found her running from her father and took her in. They picked up her dad a few years later and the rest is history.
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Mike settled Bill's still unconscious body into a chair and strapped him in tightly. "Hey sunshine," Ferma called. "You awake?" She asked after he didn't answer. Ferma walked over to Bill who was sleeping peacefully with a huge black, blue, and purple mark on his face. "Damn Mike you did this?" She grinned in his direction, pointing to the new mark on Bill's forehead.
"You are crazy dude," she laughed, her and Mike sharing a goofy grin. "Alright let's get started billy boy," she said to herself as she turned back to Bill. Ferma stopped smiling and put on her best "tough girl" face. "OH MY GODDD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" Bill screamed as Ferma repeatedly started to punch him in the balls to the tune of an alarm clock. "BEEP BEEP..BEEP BEEP..BEEP BEEP..it's an alarm clock," she laughed. "You FUCKING BITCH," Bill cursed.
"If you thought that was bad, then I don't know what to tell you bud. It's gonna get a LOT worse. Really fast. Hell, your gonna die here," she said kneeling down to him. "But hey, you might be get to see that precious family of yours before you die if you're lucky," Ferma smiled looking into the eyes of a terrified man.
She loved to see their fear. They always looked so strong and fearless while they hurt others they supposedly love…but when it's their turn, they become that helpless soul that is now terrified for their life. She loved being the one to get them there. It seemed fair to her, something that Lady Justice would be proud of she thought often.