Once the interview was done, I was whisked off to a banquet in my honor at the President's Mansion. There were more tables filled with food than I'd seen in my life. Between trying the samplings, posing for photos with my sponsors, and dancing with high ranking Capitol officials, the night passed at a blur. I do remember seeing President Snow watching me dance with the Head Gamemaker, and then watching him vanish.

A glass was placed in my hand, and without really thinking, I drank it. Because, whoever would be passing me a drink wouldn't want me to have a hard time with things, right? I drained the glass, because in all honesty I had been thirsty. There wasn't much time for me to react, though. I felt a hand at my shoulder, leading me away from the banquet hall. My mind is fuzzy, and I can't keep track of where I am, or where they're taking me.

It's the scent of Roses that hits me the strongest when I'm lead into the new chamber. I was lead over to a large, soft bed, and had my shoes taken off of me. I assumed I was drunk, and I was being brought in here to sleep it off. I was starting to slip off into a nice slumber when the door opened once more. I felt a large, rough hand on my shoulder, and before I knew it, I was being pushed onto my back on that bed. My eyes refused to focus, though.

"You're even more beautiful than you were at the parade." He said, that hand moving from my shoulder to my breast, where it was given a hard squeeze. He leaned in, and lips touched my neck. I don't know what do to, or how to react. My body is so numb to this. Before long, he leans back, and just watches me. "Look at me." My head turns, beyond my control, and I find myself looking up into the face of President Snow. He's wearing that sick smile of his, and he nods his head slowly, as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. He's still sitting on the edge of the bed as he does this.

My mind is going a mile a minute. He was touching me, and he kissed me. What does he want with me? I open my mouth to speak, but his hand comes up, and a single fingertip touches my lips. "No, Qwerty. No talking." He said in a soft tone. It was almost comforting, in a way. At his words, though, any though of speaking vanishes. I just don't understand what is happening here, or what is happening to me. I feel the tears burning in my eyes, and I bright a hand to my face to brush it away. He shook his head as he looked over at me.

He moved to the bed, once his trousers were off, and he hovered over me. My eyes remain on him. Something about his words, what he was saying, and how he said it, made me want to look at him. Needed to look at him. This caused him to grin, though, and he brought a hand to stroke my cheek lightly. "Open your legs." He orders. And I don't know why, but my body obeys him. I have to obey him. "Thor came close to taking what I want in the arena, and let me tell you, my dear, I am glad he didn't. Nothing quite feels like taking a young woman for the first time."

I don't have the time to think about what he means before I feel the push. The hardened flesh of his pushing up inside of me, hard, and deep. All I can think of is the pain. This hurts more than anything I think I've felt before. Or anything I think I will feel again. "Eventually, we won't need to give you the cocktail of drugs we did tonight. You'll know your place, and you'll know how to obey me." He said, pushing the dress away from my breasts. He must have the bottom gathered around my hips to be in me, but I can't bring myself to look there. His eyes hold onto mine. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks though. I didn't want Thor in the arena, and I don't want President Snow now.

I feel his hand take a hold of my hip, and his head dips down, his salt and pepper hair falling over his face. The time for me to adjust to his length and his girth is over. His hips move fast and hard in and out of me. Despite myself, I start to cry, to sob. And he doesn't stop me from this. In fact, it seems as though my tears drive him on. Over and over, for who knows how long, he is pushing in and out of me. Before long, though, he lifts his head, and pressed his lips to mine. I taste the blood on him as his tongue pushes into my mouth. It is just another violation, another intrusion. Another way that he has selected to penetrate me.

He only breaks the kiss so he can toss his head back, and give off a long moan of pleasure. And it is when he gives off this moan that I feel the warmth pulse inside of me from his release. He's filling me, more so than I think a person can be filled. He is wearing a tight smile on his face as he withdraws from me. I can feel his hand poke inside of me, before it withdraws from me. When he lifts his hand, I see a mixture of some white thick fluid, and blood on his fingers. "You won't bleed again from this, but I want you to remember now, and until I say otherwise. You belong to me." He's off of me and off of the bed before his words register in my mind.

I belong to him. Thor had thought the same thing.

I hear him give an order to ensure I'm cleaned up, and returned to the Training Tower, before he leaves. It's then, that I realize we were not alone. There was a peacekeeper standing near the door. He shouldered his rifle, and walked over to me. I felt the man scoop me up carefully in his arms, to get me off of the bed. Once I was set on my feet, he adjusted my dress, to make me nice and modest once more. His hand moves down, and strokes my cheek lightly, before he holds out his arm, and lets me lean on him, as I get back into my shoes.

"Come with me." My mind is still muddled, but I want to obey, and the ache of my body is ignored. I hold tightly to his arm though, keeping my eyes straight forward as we walk. He's taking me out a back passage of the manor, and I have to wonder if anyone has noticed that I'm not at the banquet. Someone must know, though, and that is something that worries me greatly. I'm lead into a waiting car, where the Peacekeeper slides in, and beckons me in with him. It's hard to sit, truth be told, but I can't seem to find words. It's like I'm still under some sort of spell here.

He knows this, though, and once his gun is laid by his feet, he pulls me into his side, holding me to him. "I'll make sure you're given something for that." He whispers now. It's now, though, that I find that I can turn my head and look up at him. He's got a strong jaw, icy blue eyes, and chestnut toned hair. When he sees that I'm watching him, he grins, and touches my cheek once more, before a cloth is brought to my face, and he looks like he's trying to clean off something. "You ruined your makeup." He whispered then, and it caused me to frown a little. All that hard work my prep team put in on me. It's all for naught now.

"I'm sorry…" I whispered then, not sure what else I could say, what I was allowed to. This makes him smile though, and he leans in, and pushes my head to rest on his shoulder.

"What in the world are you sorry for?" He asked then, in a voice as soft and tender as my father would have used with me if he was here.

"I… I don't know." I said, stammering then.

That made him give off a small laugh, and he shook his head a little. "Don't be sorry. Trust me; in this case, I should be saying that to you. I let that happen to you in there. It obviously hurt, and was something you didn't want. Why didn't you stop him, or at least fight him?"

This caused me to pause then, and look away from him, down to my own feet. "I don't know. I wanted to, but every time he said something, I had to obey him." I said, in a soft sigh. "It's the same with you." I said then, looking up at his face. I didn't understand why.

"Oh." He said then, his tone low. "You were given a drug called Sedatol. It's made from a very similar substance to Trackerjacker venom. Once it wears off, you'll be able to act like yourself again." He said then, letting his fingers toy with my hair. Before I knew it, we were back at the training center. He shouldered his gun as he got out of the car, and moved around, to open my door, and lead me inside.

We were hardly in the lobby before Beetee was rushing at us. "What in the world happened to you, Qwerty?" He asked then, his eyes locked on mine, burning into mine. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I returned the gesture.

"There was an accident, and she fell. I'll have something sent up to her for the pain she'll be in. President Snow's orders." The Peacekeeper said, his tone light, and a hand was placed against my back.

"Is that so, Qwerty?" Beetee asked, and I nodded slowly.

"It still hurts, Beetee…" I said in a soft tone. I was in more pain than I was letting on, though.

"She should rest." The Peacekeeper said, as he looked over at me, nodding slowly. "She has a big day tomorrow, with the last interview."

I looked up at the man then, and offered him a small smile. "Thank you…"

"My name is Jordan." He said then, that smile spreading on his lips.

"Thank you, Jordan." I said then, bowing my head a little. Not another word was spared, before Beetee had me ushered into the elevator. He was holding me up all the while. Like I couldn't handle myself. I was grateful, though. Because I wasn't sure if I could. He leads me back to my room, and lays out a warm set of pajamas for me.

"Do you need help changing?"

"No." I whispered, looking up at him when I sat on the bed. I didn't know what to say to the man. Could I even talk to him or anyone about what happened? Did I even know what happened? Was it real?

He gave me a kiss on the forehead, and nodded slowly. "You're on the air at two, so get as much sleep as you can." He said then, before he headed out of the room. He didn't realize he did it, but he wasn't even out of the room, before I was changing, intent on getting into bed as fast as possible. Not because I was particularly tired, but because I was ordered to it.

I don't remember getting in bed, but I did fall into the bed, and fell asleep.