Prologue.
It didn't start out like this.
His body is sold and warm behind mine, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. The skin between my legs is sticky with the product of our actions the night before. I roll over onto my back, and his arm tightens around my midsection.
It didn't start out like this.
I haven't seen my mother or Prim in weeks. They should have come for me by now, which makes me think that either they don't care that I'm gone or he's hidden us so well that we cannot be found.
Somehow, the latter seems most likely.
"Katniss," he murmurs, stirring slightly.
I roll over so we are face to face. "Good morning," I say.
Peeta blinks his eyes open, and his nose scrunches as he yawns. It's too cute an action for a man who has done what he has. But, I think, perhaps that is how he has been able to keep up the illusion. No one else can retain such innocence and sin so perfectly at the same time.
"Are you ready to tell the truth now?" Peeta asks, tracing a line down my throat with his index finger. My heart rate increases and I gulp as he presses down on my pulse point.
It didn't start out like this, but that doesn't worry me. What worries me is that I might want this to be how it ends. What worries me is that I might prefer this over freedom. As I nod in response to Peeta's question, I realize that what worries me the most is that it doesn't really worry me at all.
Hey, guys! I'll be posting the first chapter of this fic tomorrow night and the subsequent chapters every Wednesday, assuming all goes according to plan. I hope you all enjoyed this little taste of what is to come, and I can't wait to share it with all of you. This fic will contain some pretty heavy themes- violence, sexual content, explicit language, death- just so you are warned. You can find me on tumblr as 'ohalaskayoung' if you have any questions or ever want to chat.
Also, major thanks to my beta, wollaston, for her all of help with this.
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