The sun was shining heavily on Cornucopia as the Hunger games continue towards the final stop. In the nearby woods Peeta was running fast, taking a glimpse our two behind him as he did. It was after Katniss dropped the tracker jacker hive down on the Career pack. Peeta managed to escape whilst having stung by the tracker jackers himself but now he's lost and fearful of Katniss' condition. The hallucinations he had were very humiliating. Of all the people, why him?
"Good God!" He cursed pantingly. He dropped on all four as he continued to wheeze and breathe in air. The tracker jacker stings have begun to heal after two days worth of running around without direction. "No one followed?" He asked himself doubtingly, "Good. I hope Katniss got out in time." Peeta then sat on the grass and opened up his jacket to cool himself.
The breeze was strong yet soothing and the mocking jays' tune made him feel sleepy. He fought the temptation because if he'd fallen asleep there would be a great probability of him getting killed outright. Taking off his jacket, he tied the sleeves around his waist before travelling back where he came from. Peeta made sure to be extra careful now that he's gone farther in the woods. God knows who he could encounter, Foxface maybe or even the Career guys. He snooped around a couple of times and got distracted when birds came to view but he could never catch one thanks to his inexperience.
The bright sky quickly faded into a darker appearance before two cannons fired up. Marvel from district 1 and Rue from district 11. 'At least it wasn't Katniss.' He thought exhaling a breath of relief. He decided to bunk in a lowly cave before going out at sun rise before it hit him. 'Why not just travel at night? No one could see me and I'd be safe and sound when I get to the river!' Putting on a smirk, he walked further more passing many trees and bushes along the way. The dark surrounding was difficult to track through. It was almost pitch black and small stones would continue to stub his footing. Moments later, rustling sounds began to emit around him in a circular fashion. He tried to focus on where the sound was coming and he circled with it. After which he was rewarded with a strong smite to the head knocking him unconscious.
Peeta slowly regained consciousness as he struggled to focus his blurry vision and aching mind. He noticed his wrists and ankles were shackled apart. As his vision began to focus, a tall figure was looming before him and smirking.
"Had nice dreams lover boy?" The voice said teasingly. It was obviously Cato's, the district 2 tribute. Cato suddenly slapped Peeta's cheek when the captive boy was unable to reply. "You see, I've managed to track you down even though you got away for two days." He said while moving towards Peeta's backside. "Don't you think I earned a reward for catching you?" He asked while groping Peeta's ass cheeks to emphasize his statement.
"What the hell are you doing?" Peeta asked angrily as he flushed a bright red colour. He couldn't help but want the unexpected stimulations being done to him. Cato's hands was making him feel dizzy not mention his hot breath ghosting across his ear. "Cato what do you want with me?" Peeta asked as he began to tear up. He was definitely scared of Katniss discovering what they were doing but his body clearly loves it. "I-Is Katniss OK?" He asked again this time with a distinct tone of concern in his voice. "Well is she?"
"You know what lover boy?" Cato asked him seductively his hands stoping their ministrations. "You ask way too many questions. Besides that Katniss girl is already taken care of." He let his hands explore Peeta's chest area while gently nibbling on his earlobe.
"Stop it!" Peeta exclaimed in rage. His sudden change of attitude made Cato stop dead in his tracks but it wasn't enough to wipe of the grin on his face. "How could you?" He said trembling trying to fight off his tears. "She was my friend."
"What if I said I killed her?" Cato threatened before he resumed abusing the tied captive. "I cut her throat nice and clean." He let his fingers ghost over Peeta's pink nipples. Squeezing them ever so gently and receiving the most lustful reaction. "What would you do to me then Peeta?"
Peeta couldn't even think of anything to say let alone do. He was clearly no match for Cato especially if they'd fight one on one. He just cried there like a baby, a sad humialiated baby. Tears started to drip down his face and his body shivered from the teasing Cato was giving him. "I-I…"
"Hm? What'd you say lover bo-." Cato managed to say a part of what he was going to say before interrupted by an unexpected confession of the now broken guy tied before him.