Relighting Chapter 1
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Never underestimate the brutal boy from District 2.
I learned that the hard way.
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It all started after the 74th Hunger Games. I mean, of course I saw him as a threat, but I didn't realize until after we got out of the arena he was that menacing. His icy blue eyes stared you down until they forced you to look away, and you immediately did, averting your eyes to someplace else.
We were going on the victory tour, and I was in my room, sobbing my eyes it. I still hate my life, no question about it, but Cato's last words rang out in my mind.
"It's too late, he's gone. You killed him."
My tears soaked the bed, and I whimper, trying to ease my sobbing. But I know it's no use.
I'm broken.
"Katniss, get in here!" Cato bolted open the door and glared at me, his eyes penetrating through my skull. I winced and ignored him, but bad mistake. He lunged toward me, growling and snarling like a mutt, and yanked me from the bed.
I know that crying out will do no good. So I just stand there, waiting for his next move.
"Quit sulking and take your clothes off," he says, crossing his arms and staring at me intently. I quietly do, and stand there in the corner, removing my top and pants. Cato licked his lips as if wanting to eat me, and for a second I stand still.
Will he really hurt me?
"Now," he says hungrily, "Now you're mine."
He takes off his shirt and grabs me closer, so close that I put my hands on his chest, and he stares at me, lost in my eyes.
So when my screams of torture invade the room, he does nothing but laugh.
My heart has shattered.
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