Now for the Tribute part of the story. This is told from Cashmere's POV, and I don't wanna write about the Games, so I'll start from after the tour, in the Capitol.

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Haymitch's words had stayed with me for the remainder of my tour.

"He'll or even she'll use you. President Snow got a lot of money from them, and if you refuse, they'll kill your family and friends." He whispered.

"How do you know?" I whispered back."

"Why do you think my girl died?" he whispers back, contempt rising in his voice. "They, the Peacekeepers, came….and…and stabbed her. On my bed. And they never ….came to remove the sheets of my bedroom. They sit there. Bloody, to remind me." He shudders, only a single tear falling down his cheeks. "At least my family died in their sleep. Painlessly. I had to watch Julia, my poor Julia…" Tears fell from his eyes rapidly.

"Why… why didn't they just… kill you?" I asked, stunned.

"I am a …reminder… to all…the Victors, that is." He looks at me…to see if I am following. "I was kept alive to remind everyone not to fight him. Because in the end, he's gonna win"

I am in the Capitol. The City of Lights, as Gloss and I refer to it back home. The place where the people don't give a damn of what happens to anyone. So bloody selfish, it disgusts me.

All these parties, they aren't bad at all. I used to attend several parties back home. But these parties are… something else altogether. The men and women are crazy here, never caring if they have to eat tomorrow… such a change from the rest of the districts.

As I wake up, I am given a note.

Cashmere,

Congratulations for winning the Games! I hope your tour has proceeded without any issues. Please meet me at my study right before your Interview with Caesar Flickermann at four precisely.

C. Snow

As the prep team continue to irritate me with some chatter on how "Cashmere is such a privileged Victor" and "meeting Snow is such an honor" and my favorite… "Show him some skin, babe… I'm sure he'll give you what you want," I wonder who my first sponsor was. Who he'll "set me up" with.

My first… time… happened with Ember Galloway, two months before the Games. We had made a pact at the age of seven that if we were still virgins after age 15, we'd give our virginities to each other. I had no leisure time, what with my training and all, and he was busy learning the diamond trade, so we did it. And since I really like him now and it's better than any Capitolian… no regrets.

At 3:50, I make my way up to President Snow's study. "Enter." I hear. I enter.

The most notable thing of his room is the sheer number of roses. There are at least ten thousand roses. I take one particularly beautiful looking red rose and delicately sniff it, "And that's why all of the Capitol has fallen in love with you." And right then and there I know I am meeting our dear friend Snow.

He's small, with overly puffed lips that are bright red. They look really weird and…well, an embarrassment to most people I know back home. We do have some alteration centers, only in the more higher-class districts, like 1, 2, and 4, and nobody ever goes there.

"Please, take a seat, my sweet." He says with an oily voice. I have no choice but to comply. All I can think of is how I should have asked Kenton for his tweezers. I feel uncomfortable without anything sharp.

"Now, my love. You do know that you are very well loved in our Capitol." He begins. "You are not even that bad looking. So all our sponsors… one in particular, want to thank you face-to-face."

I swallowed hard. This was it. "So, you want me to just have, like dinner with them?" I asked, hopefully coming off as naïve.

Surprisingly, that man laughs. "You and I both know it's more than that." He says with a devilish grin.

"And…. If I refuse?" I ask, my voice at whisper now.

"Your brother… Gloss? You do know I can easily finish him off right?"

A direct threat. Well, better than anything indirect. "Okay. I'll do it." I say, my voice surprisingly steady.

"Good. Here's your sponsor. Red McCaullkin." He hands me an envelope with the address and a picture. Red. Weird name. He looks almost my age. Decent Capitolian looking. And he's so ripped. Not bad.

Oh, hell, who am I kidding? Its yucky and gross. Ughhh….

I don't even pay attention to anything after that. My Victory Interview was tasteless, and I didn't even eat anything at MY OWN PARTY!

I hate Snow. And not the white, watery kind.

An attendant comes out. "Miss Cashmere, follow me." He gestures to a room.

I follow. This is it becomes my mantra. My heart is thumping at a speed I once thought to be impossible and I am now terrified.

I enter the hotel room. "So you're my Head Sponsor." I say, with as little emotion as possible. "And I'm supposed to thank you." Nice amount of sarcasm dripping there.

"Yup." He says… flirtatiously. "And…I am all yours."

Ugh. I think to myself. It's then that I scan him over. He doesn't look like the Prep Team. He has ordinary features, but you can tell that his features are enhanced. His abs are more well-defined and shaped than anyone back home. His eyes are a majestic shade of blue, like the color of sapphires. His whole face looks like a male model.

"Why don't we have a drink?" he asks.

It's right then I realize something. This guy looks like some type of top class Capitolian. He may have some secrets waiting to be exposed. Se hey, I can whittle some out of him.

He calls me Cash. That's what Ember and Gloss call me now and Mom used to call me. Now that nickname is defiled forever.

He blabbers almost his whole autobiography to me. It's weird and fascinating at the same time. He has two moms and no dad. But then how did the baby…

Never mind.

The only time I talk is about District One. How life is like there. And it's extremely different from the Capitol.

He has no intention to talk, so we start to make out. I try and kiss with little passion as possible. It begins to get much more intimate, and before I know it, I am lying on the bed. And he's doing horrible, horrible things to me. Things that I never dreamt possible. And he mistakes my screams of pain for pleasure, and goes harder.

In the morning, I excuse myself to the restroom. And I take one good look at my face. All I can see now is revulsion and regret. I don't want this. I'd rather have let District Two win. I want to die. Or at least, kill him.

He calls my phone many, many times. I put on an expression of a deprieved lover, while I still cannot sleep in the night without this feeling of disgust for myself, Red, and the Capitol.

Suddenly, I want to rebel. Make sure Snow dies as painfully as possible in front of a whole crowd of Capitolians. But since Red is his puppet, I have to settle for him. And while it may get me killed in the act, at least everyone would remember me as a hero, not a whore.

So my brain hatches a plan.

Since I am from the Capitol's second favorite district, and my position with Red, my phone calls are never intruded on. So I call up Karim, our escort, and ask him to hook me up with his bodyguard. I ask the bodyguard if he knows any hit men. And you all can see where I am going with this.

Since I am in the Capitol for the Games, I am forced to meet up with Red. But tonight, we meet at some fancy Capitol hotel whose name I cannot even pronounce. An Avox delivers to me the most revealing cocktail dress, with gold and diamonds and emeralds. The tag hasn't been ripped out so I look at it. But even the most seductive dress costing two hundred thousand Circenses won't bring me down. I am so giddy tonight.

I enter the room. And when he tries to speak, I cut him off with the most sultry kiss I can muster. But as I see three armed men. Dammit guys, you came too early! But no matter.

As they beat him, and as he cries for mercy, I wonder if I made him a piece in my own personal Games. But I shake it from my mind. Whatever. He deserved it.

We make sure he's dead. And we leave the room.

I know Snow found out about it. I spend nights racked with fear with the essence of guilt. But as time goes on, I ignore it.

I pass on the trade secrets to Finnick Odair, who wins one or two years later and they become friends. I act more like a mother to him, or a really protective sister, because being a mom is Mag's job.

Ten to Twelve years pass. My dream of rebellion comes true. The year prior, two district Twelve kids threatened suicide in order to survive. I was more fascinated with the fact that both of them wouldn't be tortured like I was, but hey, I had a lot of fun with Red.

Kinda.

Snow declares on the third Quell that the Victors go back in. This is to punish me. And Katniss. And Peeta. And Brutus and Enobaria for training illegally. To punish the district ten dude for shooting his tribute in the leg, (I coaxed it out of him; he wanted to rebel too, but it failed).

Wow. Hitting many Mockingjays with one Hunger Games.

But all I can think of is, at least I would take a Capitolian down with me.