AU: Hi all, this is just a little Idea I had right of the bat. I haven't planned any of this so it may seem a bit rough but if it does gain any sort of popularity, i'll definitely review it a bit more and tidy it up. okay so enjoy the story ;).
As I stood there quivering in fear of the being infront of me I found myself glued to the floor as the long pale fingers seemed to reach up my neck and over to my mouth.
With an unstoppable force my mouth flew open leaving my jaw with a terrible ache as the same hands plunged deep into my mouth seeming to stretch my lips wider than they should.
my tongue brushed against the fingers as they slid down me threatening to cut of my air ways. The saltiness of the palm as my throat streched around the cold flesh.
My gag reflex seemed to hold off as the wrist reached my throat and the arms continued as if they were not to be held off.
Daylight and blinding pain embrace me as my eyes squint in reflex as I reach for my face to remove the pale womans arms that are no longer there.
"Good morning gorgeous."
"ugh."
"Well there's no need for that." Dammit give me a break will you it's 7 in the morning Sick of the shit that comes with the Capitol life. The drugs they pump into us fucking champions of the games. I crave the damn things despite the horror they bring daily.
I miss my old life, Prim, Peeta. Dead.