President Snow's Torture Methods.
A/N: Peeta is one of my favourite characters, but nobody else gets tortured, so I have to use him:(. If you will be upset by Peeta meeting the greatest horrors mankind has created, then don't read on. Let the Games begin!
President Snow was deep in thought. What could he use to torture that goddamned baker? He turned to a technician.
"What torture devices have been retrieved from the ancient times?" he demanded.
The technician tapped at the computer. He showed the results to Snow, who gave his pathetic evil smile.
"Right, let's see if Peeta Mellark can survive this one," he laughed.
10: Friday
Peeta sat in the chair, strapped to it. A bleeding edge sound system surrounded him. There was no-one near him for a hundred metres. The system started. A horrible wail emitted from it. Peeta paled.
"Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark
Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah-ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah."
The first horrific noise stopped. Peeta sighed in relief. Then it started again
"Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?"
Peeta thrashed around, trying to escape.
"It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend."
A horrible scream emanated from Peeta's mouth.
"Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
7:45, we're drivin' on the highway
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it."
"NOOOO!" Peeta yelled.
"Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend."
Peeta tried to slip into unconsciousness. He couldn't, the special Electro-Shock chair keeping him awake.
"Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after ... wards
I don't want this weekend to end
R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all."
Peeta cursed Rebecca Black for inventing this terrible menace.
"It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend."
"SAVE ME LORD!" yelled Peeta
"Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend."
Peeta finally lolled. But a worse torture was to come.
A/N: Review with ideas. There will be nine more tortures…
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