The bark of the tree was pressing into Katniss' ass. The branch was uncomfortable, and the rope digging into her stomach wasn't all that pleasant either. Altogether, she felt like crap.

But the alert Careers down below were preventing her from making a run for it, especially Cato. The strong, buff Tribute from District 2 creeped Katniss out like nothing on Earth. Numerous times she had caught him staring at her during training, and even in the arena, every now and again she'd peek down and catch him looking up, once even sending her a saucy wink.

She couldn't deny that he was attractive. With tousled blonde hair, sea blue eyes and muscles to die for, he probably had women all over him – even Katniss wasn't immune to his physical appearance.

"I'll take watch, get some sleep, Clove." The boy from 2 said. Huh, thought Katniss, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Minutes passed, and she lay awake, listening to the calming sound of the chirruping birds.

"You can't stay awake forever, Fire Girl." Cato said from the ground.

"I can try, though, 2." She snapped back. But less than 10 minutes later, she was settling herself on her branching, drifting into a dream-filled sleep.

Crickets.

Crickets and birds.

And the soothing sound of rushing water.

Just a few of the unfamiliar things that Katniss awoke to.

As she blinked and looked around, she noticed that the tree was long gone, and she was now settled on the hard ground, a fire burning next to her. A large lake was less that 10 metres away, and leaves blew in the slight wind.

With a shock, Katniss realized that her hands were bound, tied to a tree above her head. She pulled on the ropes, struggling with them, fighting a losing battle, and called out.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" She attempted to roll over, to get a look at what type of knot she was tied with. Whoever did this sure paid attention in the rope tying section… She thought.

"Looks like Fire Girl's awake." Said a familiar daunting voice.

"Looks like District 2's finally grown some balls." She said, cheekily. "Let me go, Cato." She told the Career, pausing her struggles to look at her captor. He was alone, and looked handsome – as always.

As always? Katniss scolded her mind for thinking that the killing machine in front of her was attractive.

Her eyes widened at the sight of a large, sharp knife, the thoughts of what he could do with the weapon filling her mind.

Suddenly, quick as a flash, he was on top of her, his weight pushing her body down, hips against hers. The cold metal of the knife was pressed against her throat.

"You're mine, Katniss Everdeen, Girl On Fire. I'll let you go when I want to."

She froze, looking up at him. The dominating tone of voice made her glare, but the words had a startling effect. An almost inhuman growl rose from her throat as she bared her sharp white teeth.

"I'm not anyone's, and I'm most DEFINITELY not yours. Get off me and let me go, you fucking psychopath!" She screamed, shaking her body, doing everything she could think of to get him off her.

He pressed the knife against her, hard enough to draw blood, and leant towards her, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her lips.

"You. Are. Mine, Princess. You always have been mine and you always will be. Don't you dare think otherwise."

"Fuck you." She spat, glaring at Cato, who simply smirked.

"Gladly."

She shivered under his intense stare, and her eyes widened as he slowly drew the sharp knife down her body, cutting her shirt in half, leaving her bare other than her green lace bra.

"What the hell, get off me!" She screamed, wriggling her body around to make him lose his balance.

"Oh, keep doing that, Fire Girl, you have no idea how good it feels. Lover Boy was right, you really are clueless when it comes to the effect you have on people…" His eyes closed for a second, as she unwittingly grinded her hips onto his. She scowled at his hormones, and immediately stilled.

"But anyway, I really love this…" He told her, touching the bra with light fingers. She shook her torso to get his hand away, but he held the knife up threateningly, and she stopped.

"You're a dick, you know? A class-A prick."

"Oh, sweetheart, you're not the first to tell me."

He winked at her, and lowered his head to her neck, licking the trail of blood the knife had left, placing open mouthed kisses along the cut. Katniss bit back a moan, as he bit and sucked the skin, leaving bruises all down her neck.

"But honey, if I'm such a prick, why are you enjoying this?" He asked cockily, looking into her eyes. She glared, and attempted to knee him in the balls, but he simply laughed at her failure, easily dodging her kick.

He ran fingers that he barely felt up and down her arms, chest, torso, and she knew she'd be a liar if the sensations didn't feel good.

She'd never admit that, though.

"I bet you're soaking wet. You want me, Fire Girl, just as much as I want you." He told her, and stepped off her. She ignored his statement, and relished the light feeling of her legs, feeling the blood rush back into them.

But her relief was short lived, as he, quick as a flash, ripped her brown trousers off and through the over his shoulder. He took a second to admire his prey, half naked and vulnerable before him, but quickly leapt back on top, pressing her body into the dirt.

"What the fuck, Cato, LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING PYSCHO!" She screeched, wriggling and shaking to get free.

"God, this underwear is so hot, did you dress up for me or something?" He smirked. "Green is most definitely your colour, it brings out your eyes…" He commented, staring into her silvery grey orbs.

Cato slowly pushed one of his hands into the lace underwear, rubbing her clit quickly and hard. Katniss bit her lip to stifle her moans, but couldn't help let a small mew escape as he pushed one long finger into her.

"Oh my god, Cato, please, faster, hard, ohmigod, ohmigod, it feels so fucking good, please Cato…" She moaned.

A second finger, and she was at the brink of release. Her eyes closed, but Cato's ministrations on her halted, and they sprung back open to glare at him.

"Told you that you were enjoying it." He smirked cockily. "Keep your eyes open, Katniss." He told her, continuing his rubbing, and she barely had time to notice he called her by her real name, as her core suddenly could take no more. Her world exploded into white hot pleasure, and stars burst before her eyes, the best orgasm she'd had in her life.

As she bathed in the after effects of it all, Cato lay down next to her, and reached up to untie her hands.

"How was that then, sweetheart?" He asked, as the blood rushed back into her hands and arms.

"Better than expected, but if I'm honest… I've had better." She smirked, looking at him with dilated eyes. He rolled his, and stood up, holding out a hand to her, which she gladly took.

As she bent down to pick up her trousers, he gave her a gentle slap on the butt, and she simply rolled her eyes at him. She pushed her arms into the shirt, and went to do up the buttons, but faltered when she remembered just how Cato had removed it.

"Seriously, Cato? Now I'm gonna have to fight with an open top." He laughed at her pout, but the smile faded when she picked up her bags – which he had taken from the tree she had been sleeping in.

"This doesn't change anything, right? I kill you, or you kill me, and we forget about this, right, Cato?"

"No, it doesn't change anything, but this is one thing that I don't think I'll ever forget." She sighed at his response, and turned to walk away.

Not being able to bear see her go, he grabbed Katniss' shirt and spun her around, crashing his lips to hers in a rough kiss, their lips battling for dominance.

"Goodbye, Girl On Fire."

"Goodbye, District 2."

They parted silently, and he watched her depart, running through the trees, and the only proof of her ever being there was the blood on the ground, and the strip of her shirt that was missing.

That was a shit ending. But hopefully I'll update soon! Please review, they make me happy 3

-Beth xoxo