7:00- 8:00

The clock chimed seven times as Clove smiled and Annie asked her to choose. "Dare" she said, her hands crossing over her chest and her fingers tapping against her arm in anticipation.

Annie eyed the youngest participant, not knowing what to do that would break the girl. No one knew what her real home or her previous foster homes were like, but people knew they were bad. Nothing effected her. "Seven minuets in heaven..." She started. She could feel questioning looks on her from the other pieces in the game. "With Cato." The pair's eyes grew wide in surprise. No one had dared thought to do that. "You two going to go or just look at me like that?"

Cato and Clove both stud up, making their way over to the closet where people have lost their virginity some have been conceived. As soon as Cato shut the door behind them, Clove smiled again and said, "if only they knew" before Cato had her pinned against the back wall and his lips were devouring hers.

Before Clove could even blink her shirt was on the floor as well as Cato's. One of Cato's hands was roaming over her breasts and the other was trying to unclasp her bra while she worked on his pants. All the while their lips smacked together in heated passion and their tongs battled in each other's mouths. Cato's hand moved from her bra, giving up on it, and moved down to her pants, stopping on her stomach for a second to long.

Clove pulled away from him, taking in a sharp breath. If she wasn't against the wall she would have shied away from him, not because she was scared, she could never scared of Cato. "I'm aloud to touch you aren't I?" Cato asked her. His voice wasn't threatening, but natural. His blue eyes were soft, like they always were when their eyes met.

"Just fuck me" the words barely escaped her lips before he silenced them. Soon enough Cato's pants were on the floor and Clove's were following them when a knock sounded in the confined room.

"Times up" Katniss said and they separated.

"Would now be a good time to tell you I love you?" He asked her as she pulled on her shirt. This wasn't the first time he asked. They both came from such bad places that the words "I love you" were scarier than what they've seen.

Clove gave a small smile. "Not yet." And she left the room, his right behind her.

"What took you two so long?" Finnick asked.

"We were to busy making fun of you losers" Cato said, leaning against the wall like he was before with Clove right next to him. Clove laughed quietly and spun the bottle. It landed on Gloss.

"Truth or dare, gay porn" she asked and could see Cato's smile out of the corner of her eye at the use of their private nickname for him.

"Dare, bitch."

Clove's hand brushed a few of her dark hairs out of her face. "How about you fuck the man whore over there" Clove's long, slender finger pointed at Finnick who was watching intently, amused by the dare.

"No way in hell am I fucking him!" Gloss shouted loudly.

"Calm down. It's just a quicky" Clove said.

"And why does he have to fuck my boyfriend, Clove" Katniss asked. She spat out her name like acid. They were friends when Clove first moved to Panem, but then Clove met Cato and chose him over her. Clove was never herself with Katniss anyway.

"Because I know he's already screwed a few men" Clove replied. "Now c'mon, boys. While I'm still young."

Finnick stood up, grabbing Gloss's collar and dragging him into the closet Cato and Clove had just occupied. "I don't want to do this, Finnick" Gloss said. He was hoping that maybe he'd just decided to fake it, just say they did it. But Finnick was a stricter for the rules, especially in the game.

Finnick let out a quiet laugh. "Pull down your pants, gay porn. There's no way in hell I'm letting you ditch a dare unpunished."

"Was that appropriate, Clove? Two men fucking in the closet?" Katniss said through her clenched teeth.

"I thought it was pretty good" Cato commented.

"You think she walks on water, Cato" Foxface retaliated, a smirk on her face. Cato shrugged, murmuring something along the lines of an apology for the girl next to him being so awesome.

"It still was pretty good and the fucker deserved it" Peeta said. He had quite a past with Gloss. He had raped his younger sister who was four years younger. She wasn't supposed to be at the house when Peeta and his three older brother's had their party, but she snuck in and met Gloss. He pushed her and raped her on the floor of the bathroom. Then next thing anyone knew she was throwing herself off a bridge, a note and a positive pregnancy test on her bed at home.

He received a few wary glances and the pair came back in. Finnick looked indifferent, it was just another deed to him. Gloss's face was a deep red and he walked uncomfortably, almost as if it wasn't his body he was using. He sat down and didn't move. His eyes on the floor.

"You going to spin?" Madge asked, the glare Gloss sent her made her regret speaking.

He griped the neck of the bottle and spun it. It landed on Gale. "Truth or dare?" His viciousness was gone. Clove stripped it away from him and left him scared and vulnerable. Two things Gloss had never been. But that's what the game does to people.

"Dare."

Gloss didn't smile when he told Gale. "I'm going to tie you to a chair, blindfold you, and let Johanna do whatever she wants with you for five whole minuets." Gale didn't blink as he stood up and sat on the rickety old chair in the corner. Gloss wrapped a tattered old handkerchief around his eyes and Foxface tied a rope around his wrists. "Go, Jo."

Johanna stood up, running her hand from one of Gale's shoulders to the other. "Anyone got a knife?" She cocked her head to the side, examining her victim as Clove slid the silver blade into her hand. "Now where to start?" She placed the cold blade against Gale's cheek.

She pressed down on the blade and a drop of blood leaked from his olive skin. Johanna pulled it down, leaving a long, deep trail of blood that would no doubt leave a scar. Gale didn't scream. He only clenched his teeth and bit the inside of his cheek (he even drew blood there) as Johanna left scars over his arms and face.

"Calm down. Time's up, Johanna" Gloss said. Gale was untied and the game resumed.

He spun the bottle and it landed on Foxface. "I think I'll go with truth" she smiled.

Gale sighed, whipping the blood from above his eye. Every one of his wounds stung and it would be a little less than ten hours until they would be looked at. Infection would set in by then. "How about you tell us how you've gotten so fucked up and sex crazy."

Foxface smiled a sick and crooked smile. It would have made anyone in their right mind shiver, but no one there was no longer in their right mind. "You are going to think I'm more fucked up if I tell you" she said.

"So?"

She gave an airy chuckle. "When I was eleven my dad raped me and I liked it. Almost every night he would come into my room and rape me and I looked forward to it. I didn't know why and frankly I didn't care as long as he would fuck me. Then I discovered teenage boys were simply to much fun to fuck and I could get them whenever I want, not just when my dad was in the mood."

A moment of silence followed. Weird things always happened during the game, the question is what would be the weirdest and most disturbing things that would surface. "Well, that was unexpected" Cato commented and Foxface shot him a smile. He smiled back, knowing how fucked up a family could be.

"I know" she said and spun the bottle. It fell to a stop, the neck of the bottle pointing at Finnick.