I wake up to a mob of Capitol citizens outside my personal prison as President Snow gives his speech.
If you want to know what my heck of a life is like right now, lock yourself into a bed with cement wall of three sides and iron bars on the fourth. Oh yeah, and the 'prison' has to be part of the President's mansion. They had made my prison so it was built into the mansion: it didn't jut out onto President Snow's beautiful patio.
This is my life. After the Quell. Without Gale. We made it through the 74th Games, at the cost of Seneca Crane's life, but were separated in the Quell. Of our 'alliance', Betee, Finnick, Johanna, and Gale all made it out. All but me. The other victors they captured, Enobaria, Brutus, and some drunk from 5, were all executed 'accidentaly'. Let's just say a firing squad accidentaly opened fire on them for now.
Two guards pull me out from my cell. I can see the public's shocked faces. This is not their victor. Not some scarred, bruised girl wearing all black, with a bunch of Capitol logos on her clothes. They expected a beautiful, flawless young lady in magnificent gowns.
Thankfully, President Snow has nobody to torture me with but myself. Cinna, my prep team, Gale, etc. are all in District 13.
President Snow announces that I will receive 3-Star Torture today. What the hell does that mean?
I find out almost immediately. 1-Star=Guards harass and beat up me with their fists. 2-Star=They tie me up to a post and tazer me. Then, they hit me with guns, sticks, and even crowbars. By the end of 2-Star, I'm nearly crying from the pain. Thankfully this is over, I think.
"Now for 3-Star, the public whipping of 30 lashes!" President Snow happily says. Crap. Apparently, the whipping post is the one they used for 2-Star torture, so I don't need to go anywhere. They brutally cut off my shirt, leaving me in just a bra. First lash rips the strap in two, leaving me topless. My face burns with so much embarrassment that I forget, for an instant, how painful it is. 2. .. President Snow raises the bullwhip for the 11th time. I try to dodge it, but I epically fail, and feel the bite of the whip sut into my skin. "AAaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I scream. It's the same for the next 13 lashes. By now, I can only imagine what my back looks like. I see the nearest flat screen, a 250" one, and almost scream at the sight of the slab of bloody flesh that used to be my back. Only 6 more, I think. Bam! As I black out, I silently pray that Prim and Gale don't have to watch this.
I don't know if there really are fireworks behind my eyes, but I see them. How pretty. Then everything goes dark.
Where the hell did the goddammed fireworks go?