Author's note: PLEASE READ - I have quite a lot to say about this chapter. Okay, so for those of you that have read this story before, you'll notice that this chapter is indeed different than what it used to be. I do apologize for that, but I wasn't very happy with Katniss' character in the old version of this chapter; it wasn't at all accurate, and I didn't really like the plot either; it didn't quite work. The changes I have made to the chapter do change the plot but as I haven't written a third chapter (yet), this shouldn't be a problem. I thought I should just let any past readers know to avoid confusion, and for those that do read this, be aware that this is a slightly disturbing chapter and it may upset anybody who has been a victim of sexual abuse. It does not contain rape, but it CONTAINS SCENES OF UNWANTING KISSING, TOUCHING and VERBAL ABUSE. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. It's not as bad as it sounds, but I wanted there to be a warning just in case. Also (final note I promise), Finnick is very OOC in this chapter.

Number 4, Trident Lane, Net Road

Chapter 2

Finnick pulled the both of us down the stairs, making me stagger uneasily in my heels. I thought that Finnick seeing Peeta and I in such a heated moment would embarrass me, yet I felt no sign of nervousness or the familiar flame of my cheeks. After a moment, I realized that this was probably the alcohol taking its toll.

The party downstairs was electric; people were gathered round an enormous table (which I presumed was the dining room table), all laughing, dancing and shouting so they could be heard over the music. As Finnick pushed past people and got us in at the front of the crowd, people began cheering for Peeta. I could feel thirty or more eyes all on Finnick, Peeta and myself. Normally this kind of situation would terrify me, yet this time I enjoyed it. A beaming smile crossed my face, only growing wider when I saw Peeta's perfect lips exposing his pearly whites too. Suddenly what happened upstairs wasn't important anymore – I just wanted to have a good time.

There were about four big bottles of alcohol located on different parts of the table, each containing a clear substance. A ridiculous amount of shot glasses were also randomly dotted all over the table, not including the ones that most people were holding. As our little trio arrived, the alcohol was poured into people's shot glasses, and Finnick thrust two full glasses toward Peeta and me, a grin across his face whilst he poured his own.

"To Peeta!" Finnick shouted, raising his shot glass enthusiastically into the air. A chorus of squealing girl's voices and male laughs ripped through the air over the music, before they tipped their heads back and threw the clear liquid down their neck. Instinctively, I copied them, trying not to spit it out as the burning liquid that only reminded me of my mum's nail polish remover ran down my tongue to my throat. Quickly, I swallowed, hating it and shuddering with disgust. I heard Peeta cough and the slap of Finnick's hand across his back whilst he guffawed in amusement. When I looked up, Peeta was laughing too and pouring himself another. Finnick seized my glass and filled it also.

It continued like this until I had downed around six shots. My conscience was so drowned herself that even she found it hard to know that it was time to stop. Everywhere I looked, the room would spin slightly and any sudden movement was like a mini earthquake. Finnick tried to hand me another full shot glass, yet I refused, giggling for no apparent reason. His copper hair wavered as he laughed back, his beauty astonishing me. If I was perfectly honest, I had no idea where Peeta even was. I was about to question his lack of presence when Finnick pulled me in front of him so that I was by the edge of the table, his shot glass empty as he slammed it down. The feel of his hot, excited breath on my neck gave me goose bumps down my arms and sent a nervous giggle to my throat. He pulled me into him, his seemingly large hands on my small waist and my sex responded a little when my ass was up against his crotch.

"If you refuse to do shots, young lady," he whispered, electricity running through my veins, "then I'm going to have to strip you down and keep you entertained some other way." What? What did that even mean? Instinctively, I turned around to look at his sea-green eyes and gave him an inquisitive expression. His smile grew, showing those beautiful teeth of his and spreading his slightly coral pink lips. The sober me would have perhaps flushed a bright shade of crimson, placing myself at the back of the room and refused to even think about being 'stripped down'. Yet I wasn't sober. And the idea of Finnick stripping me down got my heart thudding against my chest in anticipation.

"I want to control you, Katniss..."

He leans in closer so that we're almost touching lips, and ultimately I feel guilty about Peeta. Where is he? My head is spinning and I'm not thinking clearly, everything is happening so fast.

"Finnick," I breathe against him, feeling a little frightened, and he chuckles slightly. "I can't kiss you here…" Almost immediately he takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the crowd of (some staring) people and out of the room with the big table. The music is loud everywhere on the ground floor and I briefly wonder whether he has some sort of installed system in his home. That thought is brief, as concentrating on walking up the stairs in heels with a spinning head takes all of my concentration and I can't afford to be having other thoughts. Not even ones about what Finnick has got planned for me. We arrive on the same floor that Peeta and I were on before, and walking past the very room we were in sends flickers of guilt and blurred memories through me. But Finnick pulls me past that room and around a corner, where we walk around five meters and stop outside a door marked with a beautifully painted letter F. My stomach throbs like it did with Peeta, yet the feeling is less intense and more sick than excited.

He opens the door and gently pushes me inside, introducing me to a similar king-sized, four post bed as before yet with a black duvet and with a dozen cream cushions. Although the room spins again as I step inside, I notice that the walls are a light brown and there are similarly coloured pieces of furniture dotted around the room. But all that my brain is really registering is the huge bed that sends my mind spinning. I feel Finnick behind me, his hands slipping around my waist and his breath in my ear. I notice the slur in his words when he speaks, harsh in my ear.

"I'm going to go and get some things," he murmurs, "and by the time I get back I want you on that bed in just your underwear." I take in a deep breath, feeling my throat tighten as my eyes threatening to tear up. "Don't disappoint me, Miss Everdeen," he grins wickedly as he walks out of the room, winking just before he closes the door. And I'm left, standing dizzy in his room, filled with nerves that make me feel ill. In a panic, I fling off my heels, and then hurriedly pull my dress up over my head until I'm standing in only my panties. I stand alone, feeling vulnerable and terrified. Finally, as if I should have thought of it sooner, I realise that I should get out of here before it's too late. I don't want this. I don't want this... Peeta... Where's Peeta?

I'm staggering towards the door, my heart thudding and my hands shaking as they carry my clothes.

I heard the door open, followed by: "Holy fuck, Katniss…" My heart stopped and I felt like I was going to vomit. I needed to run but I didn't know how to, when he was standing in the way. I giggled uncontrollably and I couldn't understand why, and I was trying to see what he had in his hands but failing when everything started blurring together. "You are so fucking hot. I mean, really hot. Easily the hottest girl I've ever seen naked." He sounded so serious and different from the guy I'd been drinking with earlier. I finally stopped giggling nervously and tried focus on his hands. I was searching for an alcoholic substance of some sort - a bottle perhaps. But all my eyes were seeing was a blur of shiny black objects, mixing together in a spinning pattern. I could see Finnick coming towards me, the objects getting more distinct as I steadied myself and he came closer. He was laughing, presumably at my lack of knowledge on whatever he was holding.

My heart stood still when I realized that he was not holding alcohol. He wasn't holding condoms or shot glasses or anything I had expected.

He was holding chains.

I stared up at him, startled, shocked, and my stomach flipping over hundreds of times. "Finnick… What are they?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"They're for tying you to my bed," he replied, straight-faced and deadly serious. Fuck, fuck, fuck, no fucking way, no, no, no...

"No..." I mumbled, attempting to pull my dress over my head quickly but instead ending up falling onto the floor, feeling so sick that my eyes were tearing up. "Peeta..."

"Mmm, Peeta was a lucky boy indeed... In fact, it made me very jealous when I saw your panties lying on the floor and your face so flushed... I want to make you feel like that, Katniss..."

"Peeta!" I tried saying a little louder as I fumbled around with my dress, trying to make it the right way round but just making things worse. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Finnick standing above me and I attempted to get up off the floor so that I wasn't as vulnerable, but every time I moved, my eyes would see blurs and my body felt weak and detached. I felt his hands lifting me up and for a moment I thought he was helping me, until I was staring at the ceiling and I could feel the duvet underneath me. He'd put me onto his bed and he was climbing on top of me, and my dress... Where was my dress?

His mouth was on mine and it felt hot and wet and I couldn't push him away, I couldn't move my arms fast enough before he had them pinned to the bed. His tongue was making its way into my mouth and my throat closed up as my eyes began to cry tears of confusion. Where was I? I couldn't remember why I was there, or what Finnick was doing, I didn't know where my dress was or where I'd left my shoes. I felt a hand on my breast and it made me feel weak, not with nerves or arousal as I'd felt with Peeta, but with a sickness that controlled me. My eyes were streaming with tears and my mind was all over the place. I wanted Peeta to come and rescue me but I knew it wouldn't happen because why would he? Things like that only happen in stories.

"Peeta!" I slurred, and Finnick pushed his mouth back against mine.

"No, Katniss... I'm going to fuck you, now."

He suddenly moved off me and I heard the chains, and from some instinct deep within me I let a scream out, a scream so loud and deafening that it didn't sound like it was mine. Finnick's blurry face was suddenly up close against mine again and he looked angry.

"You fucking idiot! You fucking stupid girl, do you realise what you've done? The whole party will hear you, you fucking idiot! You'll pay for that, Katniss." And with those harsh words, I felt my chest heave with tears and I became a whimpering mess on the bed.

And then I just kinda stopped thinking about Finnick, and I stopped registering his hands on me, and the ceiling became the only thing to take my interest, and my eyes streamed with guilt and confusion and alcohol, and I no longer felt human. I felt like an object. If I was going to be an object, I would be a tree. They're so peaceful, and if you find a good spot you can live for a really long time, and you don't have to say anything and...

Finnick's weight was suddenly lifted from me and I heard a loud thump, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I was just thinking about trees and ignoring everything else. I felt hands on me again – warm, soft hands, and they didn't feel like Finnick's. They felt lighter... Stronger... Beautiful. I opened my eyes, only just realising that I'd closed them, and Peeta's face was staring at me, wide-eyed and confused.

"Dress..." I felt myself say as I saw Peeta's eyes on me. I didn't feel self-conscious anymore; my body was no longer my secret. Peeta's eyes darted around the room and he picked up my dress from somewhere, still holding me in his arms. The ceiling changed colour above his head, from light brown, to white, to pale blue. I heard a door shut and the sound of a belt and shoes clattering to the floor, and I was worried that Peeta was undressing. He laid me down on a cold, hard surface which I presume was the floor, and I automatically rolled into a foetal position. I heard a soft sound come from Peeta, like a laugh but sadder. There was the sound of the bathroom door locking, and then I felt Peeta kneeling beside me. My body scrunched up for protection.

"Katniss..." He said gently, easily rolling me over onto my back. I was too weak to resist. Thankfully, he was still fully clothed, and beside him was my dress and shoes. It must have been my belt that clattered to the floor. "I need to get you dressed."

I didn't protest because I couldn't. Peeta slowly, gently and with great care managed to clothe me in my dress, but he didn't put my shoes on.

"Pee-tahh," I said, giggling lightly.

"Pee-tahh," he copied, smiling a little. I lifted my unsteady hand to his hair to feel how soft it was, and he held it there with his own hand, as if he knew I was weak.

"Peeeeee-taaahhhh," I said again, more sincerely.

"Kaaaaat-niiiiissss," he replied, placing my hand back down beside me with a look of great concern.

"Peeta!" I said grumpily, wanting him to say his name again. He laughed lightly and pushed my hair off my face with his hand. As his smile dropped, he sighed, and emotional pain took over his face. "Tired," I stated. He nodded understandingly, and stood up so that he could pick me up again. "People?" I asked, feeling uneasy about people seeing me this way.

"No, no people. Just me."

"Good."

Everything was quiet as Peeta carried me. I don't know where exactly it was that he was taking me, and I don't know where everybody had gone. After some time, I felt a little more normal, but Peeta still carried me, not seeming to tire. We reached a house and he took me inside, but I said nothing. As I began to sober up, the memories of the night sickened me more and more. It was only a kiss... But I was naked. And I hadn't wanted it. And Finnick had gone against what I wanted. Was it my fault...? I had got naked myself... No. It wasn't my fault. I had said no.

After we'd got in the house, I don't remember much. I think I passed out.