Warning/Spoiler: The story went up to M because of this chapter...just so you know.

Katniss

I can feel numbness overtaking my body...draining me away...I am zooming through a tunnel of stripes...the light is getting closer at the end...just a bit further...just a bit more...

"Don't you ever turn your head away from me again." The figure growls and lets go of my throat. I heave a couple of heavy coughs before gaining my senses back. My lungs feel like they're popped balloon sacs being drained of the last air, my body vibrating with aching tingles all the way down my toes. Why was he here!?

I guess I was supposed to answer him because I was suddenly rewarded with a stinging slap in the face. My cheek immediately began throbbing with its own pulse. My hand reaches up to rub it when a grip of death tightens itself around my wrist.

"You," Cato's voice hissed through the darkness, "Speak when you are spoken to. You do what I tell you to when I tell you to." His grip cut off my circulation and then threw back my arm, pinning it down against the mattress. His entire body is hovering above mine, legs wrapped firmly around mine.

"Why a-are you s-so upset Cato?" My voice is raspy and trembling, still recovering from the bruises he had given me. He becomes angry at my question. "Fucking bitch. Didn't I just tell you that you shut your trap when I didn't speak to you first?" I am yet rewarded with another agonizing slap on the same cheek.

You can't get angry now, my conscience tells my mind. He'll only kill you if you do. But it is too late.

My tongue unleashes the roll of fury I am holding inside. "CATO! WHAT IS GOING ON! WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS! WHATEVER DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO-"

"YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER FUCK ASS BITCH! HOW DARE YOU SCREAM FOUL STUFF AT ME!" He slaps me so hard this time that I actually see stars flying in rotation.

He hacks a gob of spit that smacks me right in the face, and I gag at the stench of his mouth. His breath smelled like those putrid green swamps we always tried to avoid when we used to rest during hibernation.

In the midst of this, I actually came up with some questions. Why was he acting like this?! Did I do something to anger him? Only sleeping...did he go insane?! Or is he always a monster in the middle of the night? What is he going to do with me?!

By now my vision has grown accustomed to the darkness, and I can see a face looking down at me. His face. His handsome face, now streaked with a scar and red patches of anger. One vein is throbbing in his forehead, looking like it will burst out any moment. His eyes roam over me and finally come back to gaze into mine. They are no longer icy blue, but a turquiose blend of blue, green, and lust. His sharp white teeth are bared in a devilish grin as he stares at me unblinkingly. His chest is heaving up and down-right on top of mine. His breathing is heavy and husky.

"I've always admired Mockingjays," he murmurs softly, one giant hand caressing my stinging, swollen cheeks. "Mockingjays are stunning. Beautiful faces, beautiful hair, beautiful wings." He positions himself so his body is on top of mine. "Beautiful bodies."

The last part is a threat and I know it. I gulp. So this is what it all has been leading up to. No, I can't do it. I won't. Mockingjays and humans do not mix. I won't. I won't allow this. I am not going down without a fight.

I try to move my leg so I can kick him where it really hurts and perhaps make a run for it- but first I'd have to grab for his keys in the dark. And then I'd have to unlock the door. Well hopefully I can beat him off for a little time by flapping my wings-which, unfortunately, are pinned beneath me. And I am being pinned by a dangerous, pyscho human man, who senses my next move and intertwines his own beefy legs with mine so I can't move them. I let out a groan of desperate frustation and he chuckles-chuckles. I hate it when humans laugh at my expense. I squirm and try to move frantically underneath him to no avail. I stop and freeze when I feel something hard poke at the area below my waist. He lets out a soft growl and runs his huge fingers through my hair. "Say bye-bye to purity, Mockingjay."

Before I can protest, his mouth attacks my neck, biting skin and leaving little teeth marks that has me hissing. He straddles my fragile body so he has me pressed between him and the softness of the mattress. I try again and again to lash out, to kick, to even throw a punch. Anything. But nothing works.

His mouth moves lower until he is suckling at my chest. I know that most women feel a pleasure to this, but with me I am so sickened that I only feel disdain and despair. I did not imagine my first time like this-with a man like this-in a situation like this. I toss my head back, still in attempt to keep any ounce of dignity I had left, and shed silent tears. A few drops fall into the monster's hair but he pays no attention to this. He has just torn my feeble nightshirt in half with his teeth, his mouth now kissing every inch of my torso. He has me trapped still at his mercy. I can only stare hatefully at the golden head leaning down, doing all these things to my body. "Such pure, tender skin," he laughed between sucking hungry kisses. My body begs me to arch it up and I give it for a little while, but I drop it when I feel his body shake with laughter against mine.

I want to rip out every strand and tear him into pieces. Gathering every ounce of my last strength I lean down to what I am hoping is his ear and whisper viciously, "How would you feel if you were in my position?"

He grunted like a pig (to my disgust) before replying, "Honored. Satisfied. Wanting more. A man like me, every girl wants. Even a hot-ass Mockingjay like yourself should be all over me." He bares another grin of white teeth at me as one of his hands tugs at the only piece of clothing on my body. "Let's cooperate, love. We don't want anyone to get hurt, do we, hmm."

It is not a question and thankfully I don't have to answer. I only watch him with hatred as he grabs a handful of rope out of his pocket with his free hand and quickly ties my hands together so tightly that even raising or lowering them is a struggle. They are stiff. He grits his teeth as he forces my clamped legs apart, his legs quickly tangling with them again so they could not move. He quickly tugs off the last piece of my clothing. The last of my shield.

I had never been in a position like this with anyone like him before, so who can blame me if I am to get self-conscious? I have never been very confident and I certainly am not as of now, when this monster is staring hungrily at the most fragile thing I possess with excitement flashing in his cold eyes. "DAMN, a virgin! I am going to enjoy fucking a Mockingjay like you, you slave bitch."

I couldn't help it. I scream, long and loud. Having those eyes on them feels like I've lost it all already. He utters an ugly growl and slaps one of my thighs, hard. I bit back another scream, eyes trembling and practically overflowing with tears. I'm sweating, shaking, crying, and bleeding in so many places. This is all so wrong, so wrong and he's so evil and so manipulative and so disgusting. He's fumbling with his own zipper now, muttering obscene words into my ear. I bit back my lip and grit my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for the pain to explode inside me.

It never comes. Instead, just as it's about to happen, just when I thought I was doomed to a very painful, very long night, the doors to the room suddenly were thrown open. A rapid clap And the lights come on. I am blinded for a few moments. But then I see him. Right there, blocking the doorway, stands another Cato with pure rage engraved on his handsome face.

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