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"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."
― William Shakespeare
Her whole body ached. Constant beatings meant that resistance had been gradually built up but her heart, mind and soul were shattered. She didn't cry out anymore. At the start it was unbearable, and with every blow of their hands and feet she screamed, for him. She knew now he would not come back for her.
Her hair, shorn off when she arrived, now hung past her shoulders, matted and filthy. Her body was deathly thin under a simple dirty shift, and bones jutted out at all angles. She rubbed her uncomfortable joints, failing to alleviate the ebbing pain pulsating through them.
The Capitol had a pill for malnutrition.
She doubted the Capitol would give her anything but torture ever again.
As the clock tolled, sounding the changing of the guards, Effie pondered what would await her this time. Every morning she woke up was increasingly unworthy of her time and strength. They had not, and would not, get any information from her. Right on cue, heavy, clunking footsteps sounded, coming in the direction of her cell. She looked down and cursed herself silently for appreciating their punctuality. Time was one thing Effie could control.
Lowering her head and drawing her body taut against the wall, she swore she could see blood being pumped in the veins through her translucent papery skin. She shuddered at the sound of the hushed whispers outside her cell, dreading the fresh hell that awaited her today. Maybe it would be her last. The sound of metal grating on metal as the door was jolted open was sickening, and she didn't dare look up. Her vision blurred as she felt a set of strong arms lifting her, pulling her close. Before she blacked out she saw one face, only one. What he said didn't really register; she had forgotten what it was like to have someone talk to her, or care. Limp in his arms, she missed the only words that mattered.
"I've got you, sweetheart."