A/N- This chapter will be similar to the previous one, using quotes to incorporate Peeta's point of view. It will also be the last chapter before he becomes hijacked. Enjoy it while you can!

Chapter Ten: The Quell

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

The words played over and over in my head. It was like a punch to the gut. Katniss wasn't safe yet. None of us would ever be. I realized that much too late, and now I regretted it as I ran through the snowy streets, looking for her. Where had she run off? Where could she possibly be? It didn't matter; she probably didn't want my company right now anyway. I had to find Haymitch before she got to him. I had to convince him to work with me to make sure that Katniss made it out of alive, even if I had to die. It was the only way.

I slammed the door open and strode into his house as I saw him slouching in front of the table with a bottle of liquor, as usual. He scowled at me, but I had no time for pleasantries. "You owe me," I demanded.

He quirked an eyebrow, "Pardon me?"

"You chose her last time; it's my turn now. You owe it to me to give me anything I want, and more," I told him firmly.

He chuckled, "Oh? And what is that?" he asked, smirking. As if he didn't already know.

"I want the chance to go in again and protect her," I declared, not missing a beat.

He threw his head back in laughter this time. "You're hopeless, boy, you know that? When are you going to realize that she's not worth everything you do for her? She could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve you," he stated matter-of-factly, taking a casual swig of his bottle.

I gaped, clenching my fists angrily. "How dare you-"

"Save it," He cut me off. "I already know that you hold her on a pedestal; I don't want to hear the details. And while I would usually argue that she loves you back, we both know that she's run out of time to realize it." His eyes were cold and empty, and I knew then that he pitied me.

"I know," I sighed. "But that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters as long as she's the one who makes out of the arena alive," I insisted.

He nodded thoughtfully. "Very well, then. But you must know by now that she'll probably come along and beg me to save you, and I'll have to lie to her. This will be a secret between you and me; she can suspect nothing of it. In fact, I will arrange everything to make sure you have allies this time, and that they're well aware of our deal. We can't allow Katniss to discover that she's the one we're trying to save. She's the symbol of the rebellion now, as much as she denies it."

"She doesn't realize a lot of things," I pointed out. "She has no idea how much influence she holds. At least in this way I know that you can't deny me my request."

"I'm sorry, boy," he murmured softly, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep, revealing their full remorse.

I gulped. "Save it," I said. "I was already dead anyway."

And with that, I walked out the door and headed to my house to begin planning our training.

I didn't look back.

Finnick Odair was a living legend among tributes, not to mention extremely popular among women. But as soon as I saw him flirting with my Katniss while wearing nothing but a strategically placed knot of rope around his crotch, I knew from the look on her face that this only caused her discomfort. I couldn't help but smile at her naiveté. In this, Katniss was incomparably endearing to me.

"What did Finnick Odair want?" I asked her as soon as I approached her.

"He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets," she whispered seductively in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers through my spine.

"Ugh. Not really," I said, feigning disgust.

"Really," she said. "I'll tell you more when my skin stops crawling."

"Do you think we'd have ended up like this if only one of us had won?" I asked her, looking around at the other tributes. My stomach churned at the thought of Katniss being forced to sleep with numerous men, used for their entertainment and disposed of just as easily. "Just another part of the freak show?"

"Sure. Especially you," she said.

"Oh? And why especially me?" I smiled at her, surprised.

"Because you have a weakness for beautiful things and I don't," she said in a superior tone. "They would lure you into their Capitol ways and you'd be lost entirely."

"Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as weakness," I pointed out to her. "Except possibly when it comes to you," I tell her lovingly, but she's already looking away at the doors opening for the chariots. "Shall we?" I asked as I took her hand and helped her into the chariot, knowing that our coal-changing costumes will take everyone's breath away, and that she is the most stunning creature of them all.

Chaff threw his arm around my Katniss and kissed her full on the lips. I would have been more taken aback if it wasn't so hysterical. The look on her face was absolutely priceless. I knew that she would kill me if I laughed out loud though, so I instead I watched her glare at Haymitch and Chaff as they guffawed.

Soon, the Capitol attendants were steering us towards the elevators, where we meet Johanna Mason, the District Seven tribute. She complained about her tree outfit and talked to Katniss about fashion, which obviously made her uncomfortable. To make matters worse, Johanna stripped off her outfit and kicked it aside, and this time it was harder for her Katniss to hide her discomfort. I pretended like it didn't affect me, but Johanna wasn't an average schoolgirl. Don't stare at her tits, don't stare at her tits, don't stare at her tits, I scolded myself.

I tried not to smirk as we stepped into the elevator and I began a casual conversation with Johanna about my paintings, holding my tongue as I almost admitted to her in front of Katniss that I used to draw nude girls back at home. Katniss noticed it when the light from our costumes reflected on Johanna's bare breasts, and before I knew it, I was grinning like a fool. Her scowl was more than evident by now.

When we landed on our floor and stepped out of the elevator, Katniss threw my hand aside and I burst out laughing, nearly peeing myself in the process. "What?" she snapped at me.

"It's you, Katniss. Can't you see?" I asked, trying to regain my breath.

"What's me?" she scowled. Her scowls were so damn sexy. I loved it when she was this feisty.

"Why they're all acting like this," I explained. "Finnick with his sugar cubes and Chaff kissing you and that whole thing with Johanna stripping down," I said as I kept trying to calm down. My serious tone wasn't coming out the way I wanted it to, though, and she knew it. "They're playing with you because you're so… you know," I smirked.

"No, I don't know," she said honestly. Oh, Katniss.

"It's like when you wouldn't look at me naked in the arena even though I was half dead," I began (and also completely flaccid, but that was beside the point). "You're so…pure," I finished.

"I am not," she exclaimed, outraged. "I've been practically ripping your clothes off every time there's been a camera for the last year!" She pointed out. Bless her heart; I had enjoyed that so much. She had gotten really good at hand jobs.

"Yeah, but… I mean, for the Capitol, you're pure," I insisted, trying to pacify her. "For me, you're perfect. They're just teasing you."

"No, they're laughing at me, and so are you!" she seethed.

"No."I shook my head, still trying not to grin. She was still glaring at me when Haymitch and Effie stepped out of the elevators, interrupting our discussion. Her face paled when she noticed Darius, our new Avox. He was the same man from our district who had been knocked out on the square during Gale's whipping.

Haymitch was highly disappointed in us after hearing what we did during our training scores. It was almost like we had planned it, me painting Rue and her hanging Seneca Crane. We had both scored a twelve. Needless to say, Haymitch had sent us early to bed.

"I'm sorry if I made things worse," she apologized as I held her tightly, running my hands up and down her spine while we stood outside her bedroom door.

"No worse than I did. Why did you it, anyway?" I asked her curiously.

"I don't know. To show them that I'm more than just a piece in their Games?" she said, echoing my statement from last year, giving me a strange sense of déjà vu. I chuckled and promised her that I would try to prove this as well, but I would try even harder to get her home. We both knew that Snow was out to kill us, after all. But we wouldn't go down without a fight.

"So what should we do with our last few days?"She finally asked.

"I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you," I replied earnestly.

"Come on, then," she said, pulling me into her room.

And that's when I knew that it was time; she would finally be mine.

We lay down on the bed and I held her close to me, her head nestled comfortably on my chest. She sighed against me as I pulled the covers over us, maintaining our body warmth. I shifted uncomfortably; I was extremely hard and I couldn't even explain why this time. We had done this dozens of times. But I had been waiting for so long, so I let my hands wander under her nightgown until they were cupping her soft breasts. She moaned against my neck, her lips sending vibrations through my hot skin. "Peeta…" she hissed as my thumb encircled her hardened peaks. I flipped her onto her back as I hovered over her, pushing her nightgown all the way up over her head so that she was bare except for her panties. "Now you," she said as she pushed down my sweatpants. I kicked them aside, and her eyes widened when she saw me straining against my boxers.

I never got tired of the way she looked at me; it fueled my desire for her. "Let me make love to you," I whimpered against her lips when she kissed me. She stopped for a moment and gazed at me, then bit her lip and nodded. I grinned and kissed her again, parting her lips with my tongue as I savored the taste of her sweet mouth, stroking her tongue with mine. She clenched her fists into my hair, pushing me closer as I ran my fingertips over her heated skin. Her back arched against my palms as I kneaded her malleable breasts once more, her body aching for my eager touch. My hips pressed against hers and we both moaned as she reached down to grasp me, her short nails scraping against my skin as she tugged impatiently at my undershorts. I broke our kiss to help her out, tossing these aside as well. Her moon-colored her eyes had turned dark as night. I lifted her legs and rested her feet on my shoulders as I kissed my way down her thigh while massaging the arches of her feet, then the undersides of her thighs, until reaching her center, placing my mouth over the only piece of fabric she was wearing as she threw her head back and moaned. Suddenly she was my canvas, and I was her artist, and every kiss, every touch, was a splash of color, and I had to mix them in well so they would fit in just right. It was a challenge that I was more than willing to take. I hooked my thumbs to the sides her panties, easing them down her legs slowly, relishing each moment. Her excitement for me was palpable; she was flushed and wet and my fingers slid into her folds easily as she gasped my name over and over again while I moved my fingers in sync with our breaths. I grinned. This was better than finger-painting. I leaned in to kiss her again, but I could tell that she was distracted as my other hand had taken upon the task to twirl her rigid nipple. She bit my bottom lip hard, and I growled. Her eyes turned predatory as she took me in her hand again; working me like only she knew how to do. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Not yet, not yet, not yet. "Wait," I stopped her. She gave me a puzzled look, and I noticed that I had also ceased my ministrations on her. "I want it to last," I blushed.

"Oh, right," she said awkwardly, flushing as she let go of me.

"You're fine," I assured her as I delved into her folds again, this time rubbing her clit with my thumb as I used the moisture that I had gathered. She was trembling now, and I knew that she was close, so I sank my head in between her legs, lavishing her with my tongue, stroking, twirling, and sucking on her exotic, wild taste. She was even better than the strawberry tarts that I made back at the bakery, and as she let go, the thick drizzle of her cream was stolen by my mouth, she was all ripe fruit and sweet whipped cream. It was a recipe that not I even I could concoct. "Peeta!" she screamed as I felt the tremors of her body beneath me. I licked my lips and released her, pleased with her reaction. "Come here. Make me yours," she demanded as she reeled me in and kissed me hungrily.

I gasped. "Are you sure?" I asked once more, just to make sure.

She nodded, "of course," she breathed as she took me in her hand again and placed my tip at her entrance. I placed my hand over hers as I took over, and she let go when I sank into her slowly. She winced, and I instantly retracted. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Yes, yes, keep going," she said quickly.

I went in again, waiting a few seconds as I let her adjust to my size before I went in any further. I pulled out and then went back in, repeating the process a few times before finally sinking all the way into her, kissing her lips so as to distract her from the oncoming pain. I drowned out her cry with my mouth, I could feel her flesh stretching and molding to me as I stroked her hair. "Shh, it's over now," I whispered, waiting for her cue so that I could move.

After a few more tense moments of languid kisses, she nodded. "You can keep going now," she gasped.

"Okay," I said as I began to move my hips back and forth at a leisurely pace, both for her sake and mine.

"Touch me," she begged as her nails scratched my back. I nodded, kissing her neck and making my way down her throat as my fingers began mapping her body, trying to memorize every crease, every curve, painting her lovely landscape with my caresses. My mouth reached her breasts, the hills of her body, and I used the brush that was my tongue to paint these. My mockingjay began to sing for me again. Our pace quickened, and before I knew it, I was thrusting faster and faster and her legs were wrapping around me, squeezing my hips as I suckled her. "Peeta, Peeta, Peeta," she sang breathlessly, endlessly.

"Katniss," I replied as I was reaching my climax, her moist flesh was tight and pliable and warm around me, and I was surprised when her walls tightened around me, milking my orgasm. She was coming with me. I could hardly believe it, and a feeling of euphoria swallowed me whole. We both became lost in each other, fully connected in that moment, watching each other explode and fall apart in each other's arms. I was so much more than I could ever imagine for that infinite second.

I collapsed into her chest, murmuring incoherently into her ear, "I love you, I love you, I love you thank you so much." I didn't expect her to respond, but she kissed me lovingly, and it was more than enough for me. I shivered, feeling the heat of our fire burn out slowly.

I had quenched the girl on fire.

"No nightmares?" I asked the next morning. I could hardly believe that I was waking up by her side after what we had done last night. She was bare against my body, so I knew that it hadn't been a dream.

"No nightmares," she confirmed. "You?"

"None. I'd forgotten what a real night's sleep feels like," I admitted. I was sated and rested from our lovemaking.

An Avox girl came in after a while, handing us a note from Effie informing us that our plans for the day had been cancelled. "Really?" I asked as I took the note from Katniss. "Do you know what this means? We'll have the rest of the day to ourselves," I said eagerly.

"It's too bad we can't go somewhere," she sighed wistfully.

"Who says we can't?" I asked, suggesting that we go to the roof. We had a picnic there, taking a blanket and a load of delicacies with us. We lay around in the sun all day, soaking in its rays and each other's presence as we ate and touched and kissed. She practiced her knots. I drew nude sketches of her, finally having my biggest muse at my disposal as she lay on the flower garden. We played with the force field on the roof, throwing apples at it. As the sun was sinking down, she rested her head on my lap as I stroked her hair and pretended to practice my knots while she made flower crowns with her nimble fingers. Suddenly, I stopped, realizing that I had never been so blissfully at peace, so deliriously happy before.

"What?" she asked.

"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever," I confessed.

"Okay," she said easily, taking me by surprise.

I couldn't help the smile that invaded my lips, "Then you'll allow it?" I asked hopefully.

"I'll allow it," she repeated.

I ran my fingers through her hair, scented with crushed summer flowers as I made love to her again and again, claiming her as my own.

We stopped just as the sunset approached, and I showed her the spectacular blaze of yellow and orange, a mix that I had mastered in my paintings. I loved the sunset almost as much as I loved her. "I didn't think you'd want to miss it," I told her.

"Thanks," she said gratefully.

We didn't join everyone else for dinner, and no one sought us out. Instead, we stayed on the roof until bedtime, counting the amount of sunsets we had left. She let me in her bed once more.

I prepared for my interview with Caesar even better than I did for my last one; I had to make sure everyone was well aware of how evil the Capitol's intentions were, even its citizens.

"So, Peeta, what was it like when, after all you've been through, you found out about the Quell?" Caesar asked.

I was ready for this question. "I was in shock. I mean, one minute I'm seeing Katniss looking so beautiful in all these wedding gowns, and the next…" I trailed off for effect.

"You realized there was never going to be a wedding?" he asked gently.

I thought about this for a moment. How could I possibly tell these people about my complete and utter heartbreak without breaking down? How could they even understand what we were going through? Finally, I decided that the truth just wouldn't do. "Caesar, do you think all our friends here can keep a secret?" I asked.

Everyone laughed awkwardly at this; it was obvious that it would be anything but a secret after I told it. "I feel quite certain of it," Caesar nonetheless assured me.

"We're already married," I said quietly, expecting everybody's look of shock.

"But… how can that be?" Caesar asked, perplexed.

"Oh, it's not official marriage," I explained. "We didn't go to the Justice Building or anything. But we have this marriage ritual in District Twelve. I don't know what it's like in the other districts. But there's this thing we do," I said as I began to explain the toasting.

"Were your families there?" he asked.

I said no to this, telling him we hadn't told a soul and how Katniss's mother wouldn't have approved of it anyway. No, we wanted our toasting, and we knew that the Capitol wouldn't do that for us, so we married before we even found out about the Quarter Quell. "But who could've seen this coming? No one. We went through the Games, we were victors, everyone seemed so thrilled to see us together, and then out of nowhere—I mean, how could we anticipate a thing like that?" I asked, outraged.

"You couldn't, Peeta," Caesar put his arm around me sadly. "As you say, no one could've. But I have to confess, I'm glad you two had at least a few months of happiness together," he said as everyone applauded enthusiastically. They chose that moment to show Katniss onscreen, faltering a sad smile and looking teary-eyed.

"I'm not glad," I admitted. "I wish we had waited until the whole thing was done officially."

Caesar was taken aback, and for good reason. "Surely even a brief time is better than no time?" he exclaimed.

"Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," I said bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." And there it was. I had dropped the bomb on everyone, and screams of outrage and horrified accusations went through the crowd. Katniss was pregnant, and our unborn child's life was in danger.

Yeah, that's right bitches, I got laid, I thought as Caesar dismissed me. I had really fucked shit up this time, but they had it coming, and Snow knew it.

The island was no place for my girl on fire. It was also no place for a boy who couldn't swim, and I had to suck up my pride and let Finnick rescue me when I realized this.

"Come on, man, we're going to be allies, remember?" Finnick told me as he offered me his arm so that he could haul me back to shore, where Katniss was already awaiting us anxiously.

I finally agreed, and soon we arrived as I kissed Katniss on the lips. "Hello again," I said. "We've got allies."

I led our party through the island, slicing large leaves out of our way as I trudged on. One minute I was walking, and the next I was slamming against an invisible force field as I felt a heavy electric shock go through my body. I fell back on the ground, losing consciousness immediately.

For a nanosecond, I knew that I was dead.

Soft lips breathed life into me, and I gasped out, coughing. "Peeta!" Katniss cried out as she ran towards me, threading her fingers through my hair. My eyes opened up as they met her gray orbs. "Careful. There's a force field up ahead," I whispered weakly. Finnick was sitting back in front of me. The front of my suit was unzipped. He had just saved my life, I realized. Katniss laughed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Must be a lot stronger than the one on the Training Roof. I'm alright, though, just a little shaken."

"You were dead! Your heart stopped!" she sobbed, clapping her hand over her mouth in horror.

"Well it seems to be working now," I assured her. "It's alright, Katniss." She nodded, but kept on whimpering and choking and crying and my chest tightened. "Katniss?" I asked worriedly.

"It's okay. It's just her hormones. From the baby." Finnick said.

"No, it's not—" Katniss protested, but her sobbing only worsened, further proving Finnick's point.

Finnick looked at us curiously as I tried to console Katniss, which ironically only made things worse, since she was also upset about the fact that she should be consoling me, even though I was fine now. Something became apparent in that instant, and we all felt it. It was obvious that Finnick had known about Katniss' pretense, but now he wasn't so sure. I didn't blame him, for even I became lost in moments like these, moments in which I knew, without a doubt, that she truly loved me back, even though she didn't see it yet.

"How are you?" Finnick asked as he shook his head, as if to clear it. "Do you think you can move on?"

"No, he has to rest," Katniss insisted as Mags handed her some moss so that she could blow her nose. She then eyed my token and reached for the disk that hanged from a gold chain around my neck. "Is this your token?" she asked as she saw her mockingjay engraved on it.

"Yes. Do you mind that I used your mockingjay? I wanted us to match," I told her. It had actually been a gift from Haymitch, probably because he knew that I wouldn't come back, but he used the excuse that it was to incite the rebellion even further. I had put two pictures inside of it, both of which I had gotten from Mrs. Everdeen one day while Katniss had been out hunting.

"No, of course I don't mind," she tried to smile at me, but it turned out more like a grimace than anything else. She knew that President Snow wouldn't like this at all, but I was beyond caring what he thought.

Haymitch had been wrong. Everything that I did for Katniss was worth it, and she deserved that and much more. I only hoped that she wouldn't miss me too much when I was gone; I wanted her to be happy someday, despite it all.

And I would do anything to make that happen.

Katniss and I took the first watch one night, sitting on the sand back-to-back, our hips and shoulders pressing against each other. It's not long before she's resting her head on my shoulder, and I gently caress her long, dark, hair in comfort. I knew that she was still thinking about the jabberjays; her screams of horror as she imagined Prim's voice coming out of them broke my heart as I stood uselessly on the other side of the wall, unable to feel her, hear her, console her. It had been absolutely terrifying.

I was glad to have her close to me again. "Katniss," I said softly, "it's no use pretending we don't know what the other one is trying to do." She frowned at me, but I knew that she knew exactly what I was referring to. "I don't know what kind of deal you think you've made with Haymitch, but you should know he made promises as well. So I think we can assume he was lying to one of us." And it sure as hell wasn't me, but I didn't say that out loud.

That got her attention. "Why are you saying this now?" she asked.

"Because I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstances are. If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life," I said passionately, "I would never be happy." No, I would drink my life away like Haymitch and live in absolute misery for the rest of my life, wasting away day by day. She tried to object, but I placed a finger upon her lips to shush her. "It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living," I explained. I had no one but her, she was my everything. Katniss had Prim, her mother, and Gale.

I removed my chain and held the disk up towards the moonlight so that she could see. I slid my thumb along the catch and popped it open, revealing the photos within the locket. Mrs. Everdeen and Prim were smiling on the right side, and Gale was smiling on the left. The look on Katniss's face proved me right; she truly loved more than she could ever know.

"Your family needs you," I told her gently. When she didn't respond, I continued. "No one needs me." I had learned to accept this fact from a very early age, and I had grown used to, even comfortable with, the idea. It was my fate, after all. I could do nothing but accept it at this point.

"I do," she finally said. "I need you." She sounded so sincere that I knew this one of those rare moments in which she was telling me she loved me without knowing it, and my heart broke all over again. But before I could muster up an argument, she kissed me, and I could do nothing but kiss her back and lose myself in the taste of her lips.

I knew instantly that this kiss was different. She wasn't hesitating; her lips weren't just going through the motions like they did whenever she kissed me in front of the cameras. No, she was fully present, right here, right now, with me. My body was burning with her fire, our mouths ravenous for each other. It was almost as if she was hungry for me, but if that was the case, then I must be starving for her. I was a man starving and thirsting in the hot desert of desire. Fire ran through my veins as the blood concentrated on my center, and I tried hard to shift my legs so as to hide my painful erection from the prying cameras.

Just then, a bolt of lightning broke through the sky, pulling us apart as Finnick woke up with a loud cry. Once he had reassured himself that he had only been having a nightmare, he made his way towards us, and I silently cursed him for interrupting this moment. "I can't sleep anymore," he said. "One of you should rest." Then, noticing our current position, he added, "Or both of you. I can watch alone." No fucking way was I going to sleep, not with this hard-on.

"It's too dangerous," I said instead. "I'm not tired. You lie down, Katniss." To my surprise, she didn't object, and I led her towards where the others were sleeping, putting my chain around her neck. I put my hand on her stomach, where I had hoped she would carry our child someday, but I knew now that it would never be. "You're going to make a great mother, you know," I said, kissing her gently, partly for the cameras, partly for us. Even if they were Gale's; it didn't matter. I just wanted her to move on with her life once this was all over, with or without me. I had never known someone more loving and caring than her. One day, she would know.

I made my way back towards Finnick, telling him that I was going to take a quick bathroom break. He nodded absently and I ran towards the forest, eager to get rid of my obvious erection. I eased my shorts down carefully before taking myself in my hand, leaning against a palm tree for support with one hand while I ran up and down my throbbing length with the other. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the friction of my callused palms against my sensitive skin, almost relishing the pain as hot tears threatened to slip down my cheeks. Katniss, Katniss, Katniss, I thought. Katniss, my almost love, Katniss, the girl on fire who had given herself to me, the woman who had always been mine and yet never had been. It wasn't meant to be. I could almost imagine her clenching herself around me, loving me with her actions instead of her words. It was all I ever wanted, I realized as I finally came on the ground. But I felt so empty now, so hollow. It had not been like when I'd made love to her, when emptying myself made me feel whole.

Now, I knew that I was completely and utterly alone. I made my way back towards the beach, watching the waves crashing back and forth towards the shore. They always came back, I thought. But I would never come back to Katniss, not like that. Somehow, I knew that this had been our last kiss.

Her voice was the last one I heard before they took me. "Peeta!" she screamed. "Peeta! I'm here! Peeta!"

"I'm here! I'm here!" I cried out, running as fast as I could with my bad leg.

I wasn't going to make it. "Peeta!" she screamed again.

They were closing in on us, I could feel it in my bones; I had to make my way towards the lightning tree before it was too late. "Katniss!" I howled desperately. Two canons sounded, and she didn't respond. Suddenly, everything exploded. White light shattered through my eyelids. Hands reached me, tugging me down roughly before knocking me out.

It was the last time I saw the light.

To be Continued

A/N- I hope you guys enjoyed this, thank you so much for reading! For those of you feel like you may have been stolen of some smut, worry not. It will come back in memories…