A/N: Yeah yeah I know…Another damned story! But I am skipping over into the HG verse with this one! I'm taking a leap and throwing in a Seneca/OC fic as 1) The guy had no real arc and not much is known about him 2) After seeing Wes Bentley in a few clips of the film this idea came to me 3) He's just begging to have his story told LOL

This will go back and forth between present and past, exploring the relationship between Seneca and Ailith from when she was reaped and he first saw her in the Games she was in to end of the 74th Hunger Games…. So here ya go enjoy! This will start somewhere in the first part of HG after the tributes arrive for those who are interested to know…

And I always wondered what other poor Tributes aside from Finnick had been pressed into sexual slavery and well Ailith came into being along with her sorrows and joys. I mean it was noted there were others :( Anything aside from the HG plot is solely a creation of my imagination :)

"I should go." Ailith groaned against the pillow as the sun streamed through the window hitting her in the eyes.

She knew as a victor of a previous Hunger Games she was required to serve as a mentor for new tributes from her district. So far both of the new arrivals had shown great promise in their training sessions though the assessment from the Gamemakers wasn't too far off. After the first day of public training, Ailith had noticed how much Clove reminded her of herself at that age: Strong, proud and powerful. Her knife skills were unmatched but there was more Ailith wanted to teach her and Cato. Like her tribute, Ailith had been groomed and trained for the Games since she was able to walk though she freely volunteered as tribute. She was a warrior and would remain a warrior until her death.

"You don't have to leave yet."

The groggy but slightly higher voice protested as solid arms slipped tighter around her naked waist preventing her from going far. Ailith rolled her eyes and attempted to unlock the solid fingers but found herself struggling in a losing battle of wills. But she couldn't but help to smile at her lover's determination. His normally slick dark hair which was always parted perfectly down the center was tousled and disheveled giving him a feral aura about him. Ailith loved this hidden side of her lover as no other had laid eyes upon him in this state.

"But I have to Seneca."

"Your words say one thing but your actions say another." He seductively whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. "You're not fighting me very hard."

"You're reading too much into it." She whispered back with silk in her voice.

"No," Seneca slyly grinned and drew her closer, "I know you too well Ailith."

"Then you know what is expected from me as a victor and mentor." She bit her lip and gently pushed off but Seneca only held tighter.

"Stay," he pleaded with those rich soulful eyes. "Does my company not please you?"

"I have always found pleasure in your arms," she lightly caressed his cheek. Her voice was quiet but serious as she spoke. Seneca covered her hand with his then tenderly kissed her palm, letting his lips stay connected with the soft warm skin. He didn't want to let her go as moments like these were precious for both.

Ailith didn't admit this to Seneca but she felt strange in the Capitol despite having resided on and off for several years. She felt like a fish out of water when in the presence of the citizens who called the Capitol home. Their flashy dress and unusual customs of dying skin and donning wigs of bright décor stood out against her subtle but plainer dress. She had seen gems implanted on the flesh of the citizenry while some had their teeth or nails altered in sharp narrow fashion. The culture of binging then imbibing a liquid that induced vomiting so they could consume more was vulgar and disgusting to Ailith for many she knew lived on meager means despite the better treatment the Capitol declared they had. She had even found Seneca's fashion choices strange as he adorned magenta one day then the next he would be clothed in bright red with black with matching sash. But then again it was several of these same men and women who she raised an eyebrow at also made it possible for her to win her Games.

But it also had been that same bloody victory, along with her powerful physique and traces of youthful innocence that made her rather popular with many of the citizens. It had been after the Victory Tour that Ailith had been whisked back to the Capitol where she served within the company of wealthy men and women. At first she had felt unsure of what to do or say but quickly reminded herself that she was doing this to keep her family safe and well taken care of. But that was before she learned what her new status entailed.

The light pressure along her back traced the ugly raised scar that crossed diagonal along her back, crossing over the center of her spine and spreading out on either side to her sides.

"I would never have done that to you," Seneca let a hint of anger surface. He slipped his hand up and through her flaxen tresses, watching as the streaks of copper glistened in the sun. It was like watching wheat dancing in the wind.

"It is in the past Seneca, where it shall stay." Ailith dismissively shook her head. "And it doesn't matter now."

"It doesn't matter? Ailith, you are still called upon by the citizens even now. I have seen how they look at you and desire you."

"It is only my body they can have," she pressed her forehead to his and closed her eyes. "This belongs to you."

Ailith covered her heart with his hand and smiled sadly.

"My parents and brother benefit from my services. I have to do what is needed even if it is being in the company of strangers and letting them touch me however they please. If I don't ….."

Despite having won her Games 19 years before, Ailith continued to hold a special status within the citizenry. Sure other desirable victors such as Finnick Odair had been pressed into the same position as she but there was no choice: What President Snow wanted, President Snow got. Victors like Finnick and her had been born cursed with an appeal that ensured they would continue to serve the Capitol beyond the Games. Snow had made it painfully clear with his blood stench breath she would do it or watch her family die one by one in slow painful deaths.

"President Snow won't release me from this servitude. He knows I won't let my family die for my selfishness."

Ailith hung her head as she felt the shame breaking through the surface. It was an emotion she had successfully buried for many years, telling herself over and over it was for her loved ones until she began to believe her own words. She was doing it because President Snow threatened her and wanted to fulfill a dark sadistic need to keep fear instilled over the Districts. She was one of his puppets, his pawns to move across the chessboard at his leisure. But Seneca didn't see her as a pawn.

He saw her for who she truly was and lost his heart to her. He refused to abandon her even now as she continued to carry out the forceful will of another. It broke his heart to see her suffer as she did. Thoughts of her being subjected to the unrestrained fantasies and wants of the citizens made his stomach turn knots which fueled his anger. But he couldn't take it out on the one who continued to keep her enslaved.

"Ailith," Seneca cupped her chin tilting it upright exposing the slick streaks that trailed down her face. "I do not hold what you have done with malice in my mind or heart. I know this was not of your making."

She collapsed in his waiting arms and let him pull her back down onto the bed. The scent of his skin comforted her as his arms blocked out the cruel cold world. Ailith couldn't but help to feel as if she had betrayed Seneca in a way as she continued to remain a whore to the wealthy and affluent despite his numerous objections he didn't see her that way or feel any different.

Ailith buried her face deep in the crook of Seneca's neck and dreamed of another time and place.