Disclaimer: I only own Charlotte.
The President never intended on selling me, I sighed in relief. But much to my horror, what he had in store was way worse. He had Peacekeepers lock me up and keep me hostage in a dark and dusty cell, alone. But that wasn't all he did. He had guards strap me to a chair, an electrical chair, and tortured me. They kept asking me question about District 13. When I said I didn't know anything about it, they tortured me more. The torture was enough to make anyone go mad. But not me, not until President Snow himself came by and told me that I was his favorite.
After the President was through with me I sent back to my cell where I cried for hours on end. I wondered what I did to deserve this, then I remembered my Games and how Finnick and I got out.
The Capitol wanted an interview with me. To let Panem know that I was still alive. Crazy, but alive. I agreed to do it. I walked out in a dress that had blue and green swirls on it, it looked like something from another century. Caesar Flickerman, the never aging interviewer, was wearing a red suit with matching red hair. After reintroducing ourselves he got down to business.
"So Char," Flickerman started, "can I call you Char? You've won the Hunger Games, and word has it that you've been going out with notorious ladies man Finnick Odair. How's that hangin' for ya?" He asked me. I mentally cringed at the mention of the Games.
"I-I'd appreciate it if you'd call me Charlotte." I stuttered out, rubbing my arm slightly. I then gave him, and the camera, a fake smile. "It's going g-great."
"Alright then!" He laughed fakely. "Be honest, Charlotte, is he really the player we all know and love?" He asked me.
"Yes, and no." I knew what the President would do if I revealed that Finnick was being sold.
"Really? Explain." Caesar inquired.
"W-well, at times he is t-the loveable flirt, other t-times he isn't." I just couldn't stop stuttering, and it wasn't because of the cameras.
"You're stuttering an awful lot, are you alright?" Dammit, Caesar had pointed it out.
"I-I'm fine, just a little... Under the weather." I lied, giving Panem a big fake smile.
"Well, get well soon, Dearie." Caesar tried to comfort me. It didn't work.
"Thanks, Caesar." I gave another fake smile.
"No problem, hon." Flickerman turned to the camera. "Well, that's all the time we have! This has been Caesar Flickerman, signing off."
As soon as we were off the air I headed back to the building my cell was in, not even shaking Flickerman's outstretched hand. I was too terrified of unknown human contact. I sat in my cell and hoped against hope that wherever Finnick was, he was watching the interview and he knew that I was at least alive.