I regain consciousness it the back of what I can assume is a van, with my wrists tied behind my back, a dirty cloth that I am gagged with and a blindfold tightly tied around my head effectively blocking all light and that's if I can get my eyes open. My head throbs from the pain of the impact and hurts more as we go over speed bumps. I grunt in pain but quietly so my kidnappers don't know I am awake and decide to knock me out again. I can hear them talking and not being quiet about it because they think no one is listening.
From what I can gather from their boisterous conversation is that the one who knocked me out is called Marvel and the who held me is called Cato. Also that they work for someone they refer to as 'Snow' or 'Boss' and that we will be reaching our destination within a few hours time. My insides churn as I think of the horrors I will face once I get there but vow to not go down without a fight. I listen and gulp as they list ways to 'break me' and shudder at the most atrocious ones such as cutting parts of my body, waiting while the deep wound heal the slightest bit then going over them literally doing the phrase 'Reopening old wounds' this led to other phrases which could be turned into torture such as 'Cat got your tongue' in which they plan to have a Cat scratch out my tongue and many more. The little colour I had left of my olive complexion fled and my blood turned to ice, "She's quite fit though you think Boss will let us have our way with her" said the gentler voiced criminal. "Even if he didn't I would still bang that hoe" replied the gruff voiced Cato bluntly. "Yeah but don't you have a thing going on with Clove" whined Marvel. "Yeah she can join us" Cato said then started laughing darkly soon Marvel joined in saying "Count me in" and the two laughed loudly. I curled up and tried not to think about it, the one thing that no one could take from me was my dignity and that's exactly what they planned to do. I let a tear slip before I exhaled and mentally said to myself "Come on Everdeen man up you have taken on bears and packs of wild dogs and you can take them on as well" trying to motivate myself.
After what seemed like an eternity but in reality an hour or two. The van comes to a stop and I hear the doors open. I am harshly picked off the ground and dragged to my future home for the foreseeable future. As soon as I step foot inside, the temperature decreases, and the smell of urine and old blood shocks my senses getting stronger the closer I get to my destination. I am lead through several tunnels and flights of stairs and after about 20 minutes we finally stop. I can faintly hear whimper in the background acknowledging that I have a cell mate. Oh goody! Someone I will see get tortured in front of my very eyes! What fun!
My wrist are unbound but still tightly held in place by either Cato's or Marvel's strong grip. The blindfold is yanked off and before I can adjust to the light, I'm thrown into the cell and fall flat on my face. I hear the door close and lock along with fading foot steps. My eyes start to adjust when I sense movement beside me. "Are you alright?" asked a kind raspy voice that sounds familiar. After a moment I recognise the voice and in horror turn to face him. He too looks shocked and horrified to see me as well.
It's the boy that's been Stolen.