Author's Note: Another chapter because I didn't have anything to do today. I wanted to try and get a lot done before this week of school starts and I become busy again. I am scared that I will disappoint you guys, and that's the last thing I want to do because this story is for all of you to enjoy.

Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Read at your own risk.


I woke up on a soft bed. The sheets ran along my body as I stretched my limbs. As far as I knew, I just had a lovely day followed by a wonderful sleep, but nothing ever seems to happen that way. My head turned to the sides to examine the room, and instantly I saw Finnick coming out of the bathroom door.

"Finnick," I groaned with a groggy voice, "what happened yesterday?"

His head turned towards me and he gave me a genuine smile. The towel wrapped around his waist threatened to fall from his hips, but he did not seem fazed by it. The damp head of hair on his head suggested that he had just gotten out of the shower. Since the room I woke up in was not my own, I could only assume that it was his; he probably brought me back to his room to keep the rumors in motion.

"You don't remember?" One of his eyebrows shot up in question, "Katie, what's the last thing you remember?"

"I remember walking down the hallway after the news, and then I remember waking up here," I said, trying to piece together what happened yesterday, "What happened after that?" I asked.

"Well, lets just say you had one too many drinks," he walked over towards where I was laying. "You started hitting on me, and you even pulled me into a closet to get some alone time," his head lifted so he can chuckle at the memory, his body now climbing over mine. The towel was getting more and more dangerously close to falling.

"F-Finnick, your towel," I motioned towards it in hope that he would fix it.

Finnick only laughed, "Why so shy all of the sudden?" His hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them over my head while his legs straddled my hips, "You weren't this shy last night. Besides, you've already seen everything."

"Last night?" I panicked, "Did we?" I could not even finish the question, for the thought of it made me feel exposed.

"Yep," Finnick answered with a smile, "Ready for round two?"

"Finnick, you don't understand. I don't remember anything." My voice was shaky as I tried to reason with him.

"You don't?" He asked, receiving a nod from me, "Not at all?"

"Not at all," I said earning a sigh from him. His hold was still on me, and I did not want his warmth to leave; I wanted him to hold me against him, but his current mood looked as if he was ready to hop off of me. The feeling that someone had seen the good and bad sides of me, and still continued to be around me, was refreshing.

"I'm sorry," Finnick said, shifting his body so he could get off of the bed.

"Wait," I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards me. My lips crashed against his, causing him to respond as he moved his lips in unison with mine; he also pulled the covers off of me so that he could press our bodies together. His hands yanked at the oversized t-shirt that covered my bare chest, breaking our kiss to pull it over my head, and throw it somewhere behind him. I never thought I would want to be with Finnick this much, but there was a urge inside me that needed this to happen.

Finnick's hands groped at my breasts as his lips moved down my neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh and causing my to gasp, "Finnick." His hands traveled down to my hips, and his fingers hooked on the hem of my panties. In one swift motion, he yanked them off of me before throwing the towel that hung around his waist behind him.

"Don't be nervous," he said as his hand went to my aching area. His experienced fingers rubbed me, sending jolts of pleasure through my veins.

My breath hitched as he continued to slowly rub my clitoris back and forth, "Finnick, please," I arched my back at the new feeling, "do something!" The command pushed itself out of my mouth.

Light was to much to bare and my eyes sealed shut. The warmth of Finnick's body was suddenly off of me, and I no longer ached for him. I peeked out of my sealed eyes to see that my surroundings had changed.

"Do something!" A boy stood in front of me and yelled at me; I was holding a knife in my right hand and pointing it at him. His stomach was oozing blood, his hands clutching it to try and stop himself from bleeding out. He must have gotten in a fight, and he obviously won due to the lack of another person coming after me. My eyes searched for a weapon only to find nothing. How did he win a fight with no weapon? "What are you waiting for?" He interrupted my thoughts, "It's only us left. Don't you want to live?"

This scene was all to familiar to me. I feel as if my mind was living in the past, but I can not help but go along with it. My body shook. I remembered this scene. I lived this scene. My body continued shaking, but only half of it was from the fear that this scene gave me. The other reason I shook was because I could feel electricity pumping through my body. The sensation caused me to collapse on the floor, unable to control my body. I jerked under the electricity, trying to find the strength to stand back up.

"Her heart is going crazy. We need to stabilize her." Shouts came from left and right, surrounding the area I was in. The cool, crisp air was replaced with hot, dense air. I felt trapped, and enclosed, but I could not move to break free.

"We're losing her," a different voice yelled.

"Do something!" Someone yelled, I could hear them struggling against others, "Do something!" They yelled again, still fighting against the people.

My body felt drained, and I could feel the blood struggle to move through my veins. I had no idea what was going on, or even where I was at the moment. People continued to yell. One of them screamed, "She's going into shock," to the others. More electricity followed through me, and it felt as if it continued forever.

It felt as if I was dreaming; that the boy had somehow knocked me out and is now torturing me, but it felt too real to be that. I could not take the pain and agony. I was suffering here and I wanted to leave. I wanted to go back home. I wanted to fall unconscious. I wanted Finnick.