When I finally regain consciousness I am immediately aware that my surroundings are completely different from anything I have ever seen. I try to sit up and am thwarted by sharp metal cuffs that dig into my wrist. The effort makes me dizzy and I start to pass out, when I am thrown back into consciousness by the horrible smell of roses and blood.
I slowly twist my head and see that I am in a hospital room. Sitting in the corner, to my horror, is President Snow. He is wearing the most horrible smile I have ever seen in my entire life. I silence the dread that fills my mind and force my face to look indifferent.
"What? Miss me already?" I say, ignoring the migraine that I could feel pulsing in my temples. What could I possibly do now that could make my situation worse? He would kill everyone I loved. I had ruined his games, and he would ruin my life before taking it. These were the things I knew to be fact now.
"I wouldn't overexert yourself; nasty concussion you have there. You lost enough blood to kill you. Oh, and my condolences on the loss of your child. The electric shock must have caused a miscarriage." He is practically laughing as he finishes speaking.
What I wouldn't give for my bow and just a single arrow right now. I would like to see him try to survive some bloodthirsty mutt monkeys, or outrun toxic gas. He wouldn't beat me in the arena, but we are on his territory now, and he has probably already won.
Fear grips me as I picture Prim being tortured. I push it down, remembering to keep my face indifferent. "I would have been a horrible mother anyway." This is not a lie. The pregnancy was a lie, but this, this was the most truthful thing I have said since the reeping over a year ago.
Snow laughs and lifts himself out of the chair. He slowly walks to the side of my bed and leans close until he is within inches of my face. "It really would have been nice to add your child to the growing collection in my dungeon though. Seems unfair that I must limit myself to what little family you have left. It truly is sad how small how small yours is; just your mother, the adorable sister of yours―Prim was it?―, the incredibly handsome cousin, and Peeta of course."
The smell of blood and roses fills my nose and fear grips my aching brain. This can't be right. I ball my hands into fists, hoping that the pain of my fingernails slicing through my skin will wake me up from my latest nightmare. Hoping that I will wake up screaming with Peeta's arms wrapped around me, making me feel more safe than I had since my father had died. I feel myself slowly slipping into the waiting darkness.
"Oh, and Katniss, you haven't even seen my surprise yet. I am saving it for when you're stronger. Wouldn't want you dying during interrogation now would we?" His sickening smile is the last thing I see as I let myself slide back into the nightmare riddled mess that is my unconscious.