I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while for the people who read this story. I just finished AP exams and now I have final exams next week so my life has been hectic and stressful, but i wanted to upload another chapter so here you go!
I don't own the hunger games.
Chapter 4:
District 2 is absolutely enormous; nearly twice the size of the Capitol and four times larger than District 12. But unlike the Capitol that grows in the upward direction with towering skyscrapers and apartment complexes, District 2 is vaster, growing outwards and encircled by wealthy suburbs.
As the car travels down the freshly paved street, I eye the fancy homes of District 2, wondering what Cato's home will be like. It bothers me how reclusive the homes are; there's nearly fifty or so yards between them. I'm momentarily afraid of what will become of me in Cato's home, because who will hear me screaming in a home far from society? And better yet, who would care?
The thought leaves my mind when I glance over at Cato, who's observing the streets of his city silently. He looks visibly less stressed here in his district, which is good for me I guess. Back in the Capitol, he was nearly always scowling and I thought he seemed hostile. But here, his face seems relaxed and his beautiful features are no longer tarnished by a look of malice. He looks like more like a teenager, and I can't help but think of how attractive he is. It makes me less worried about living with him, because at least he probably doesn't plan on torturing me. I don't know his real motivations, but I'll just have to live with that for the time being.
My thoughts return to Katniss, the huntress from District 12 and failed escapee. I wish I could know what her fate was. I feel guilty that I'm in District 2 while she could be in the process of being tortured for information back in the Capitol. I have an idea.
"Cato?" I say tentatively.
"What?" He responds; his voice cold. I think back to what I told him on the train and regret my defiance.
"I was just wondering, do you deal with all cases of runaways from District 12?'
"No," He tells me, and my heart sinks. "I've only dealt with your former district since the outbreak of the recent rebellion there."
Suddenly, I feel elated; maybe he has answers. "Do you know what became of a girl from my district? Her name was Katniss. Katniss Everdeen."
He narrows his eyes at me menacingly. "The girl from your former district was purchased by another. I believe it was a man from District 4."
District 4. I had learnt of it, if only vaguely, in my schooling. From the limited information we were taught, I know that it's in the southern region of Panem, along the coast of the country. That's why it's logical that their main export is fish and an assortment of seafood. Katniss is alive and hopefully fairing well in District 4. The thought brings a smile to my face, but I face the window so Cato doesn't detect the hint of joy I feel from his revelation. I don't want him to guess what I'm already plotting.
As we round the corner onto a similarly paved road, the mansion comes into view. I freeze at the sight. It's impeccable. It's astounding and humongous. It's a palace built for a king. It's a prison, I ponder as the wrought iron front gates seal behind the vehicle. For a moment I lost sight of the reality, but now it's all clear to me. This is no sanctuary, it's a purgatory. And I'm trapped here by the towering walls surrounding the premises.
Cato tightens his arm around my waist, nearly stealing my breath away. I feel him lay a gentle kiss on the top of my head, and the close proximity makes it feel as if the temperature inside the vehicle has risen a few degrees.
"Welcome home," he mutters softly into my hair.
The interior of the mansion is a labyrinth. There's a main foyer in the front and hallways branch off from there in a web of rooms and corridors. I can see myself getting lost easily here, so it's a good thing that I don't plan on sticking around to find out. As Cato leads me through the maze of doors, I take note of key exits that lead to the outdoors.
We come to a pair of large oak doors that resemble an entrance to a church. Anything beyond those doors is anything but holy, I muse silently to myself. Cato pulls the doors open wide, revealing the massive bedroom. In different circumstances, I would be impressed by its magnificence, but I can only pay attention to the fact that there's just one bed in the room. How can he expect me to sleep with a complete stranger?
Then again, his decisions up to date have never been to please me.
"There's a closet in the bathroom where we can put your clothes," Cato briefly mentions. He must notice my hesitance because he continues. "We'll get you some clothes tomorrow. I know a place in town that sells stuff your size."
I nod, but don't say a word. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth my words will betray me. I don't want to reveal too much to him.
"But we can worry about that later," he says dismissively while leading me to the large king sized bed in the center of the chamber. Before I can even register what's happening, I'm thrown onto the bed. I land flat on my back, winded from the surprise and scatter brained from the excitement.
Cato stands at the foot of the bed, looming over me like a beast inspecting its prey before the kill. There's a glint in his eyes that makes me shudder. And in a flash he leaps on top of me, crushing my body with his weight. My first instinct is to resist, and to struggle, but he grips tightly onto both of my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. He has me completely at his mercy with only one of his hands. The thought is unsettling.
"You're gonna need to learn to behave," he breathes huskily into my ear. Then he harshly thrusts his pelvis up against mine, sending jolts of electricity through me. I nearly cry out in ecstasy from it and I'm ashamed of myself. How does he do this to me, I should be disgusted.
He slowly and sensually rolls and grinds his hips, repeatedly rubbing his hard on against mine. I bit my lip till I break skin to hold back the moans I feel building up in my chest. With his free hand, Cato grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me into a kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. For a second I consider biting down on his intruding tongue, but then I remember the vulnerable state I'm in and choose not to play with fire.
In the heat of the passion, I melt into the kiss, my muscles relaxing onto the bed. When Cato senses this, he releases my wrists. For a moment, I'm okay with the situation. The spark from the kiss is satisfying enough, but it's not like we're doing anything too vulgar. That's until his hands trace down to my nether regions and he firmly grabs onto my ass.
I squeal into the kiss as he gropes and squeezes my ass cheeks while simultaneously exploring my mouth with his tongue. He must misinterpret my outburst because he smirks into the kiss, feeling victorious in getting a rise out of me.
With my hands freed I'm once again at the liberty to resist his advances. I push as hard as I can against his chest, but it's like leaning onto a wall and willing it to move when it clearly never will. I'm not strong enough to face him. Instead of removing his hands from my butt like I want, he uses his grip on my ass cheeks to lift me off of the bed and up against his chest. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips and throw my arms around his neck.
He intensifies the kiss while continuing to fondle my butt. I squeal into the kiss again when he lays a firm slap on my right ass cheek. The hand that slapped my rear end begins to travel under my shirt and up my bare back. From the slightest skin contact, I can feel my face reddening, but there's nothing I can do to stop it. If I let go of him I could fall and slam my head onto the headboard of the bed.
There's three loud knocks from the mouth of the chamber and Cato instantly freezes. In a flash, he pulls away from the kiss and angrily snaps his head towards the door. When I look over his shoulder, I see the butler in the doorway with a stoic, looking not the least perturbed by our current position. I feel my face heat up, because I look like a very willing participant right now.
"What is it?" Cato snaps at the man, his grip tightening on me. I can feel him pulling me closer against his chest, as if he's protecting me from the eyes of his own servant.
"Dinner is ready, sir," He says shortly, turning on his heels and returning from where he came immediately after.
"We'll have to continue this later," Cato whispers into my ear as he lowers me back onto the bed. I shudder at the excitement in his voice. If only he knew, I don't plan on sticking around that long.
It's become apparent that Cato's intentions of me are of submission and for me to be like his bitch that he can enjoy for his own entertainment and to please his needs, particularly his sexual ones. But I can't live that life and I swear on my grave, that I'll leave this place the first time an opportunity presents itself. I'm not staying here in District 2.
I'm going to District 4 to find Katniss.