A/N: Hi guys! Here's chapter twenty six! Hope you like it! :D
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Warnings: Sexual content, unconsented touching, and torture.
Chapter Twenty Six-Trying to break them
Peeta: Holding cell: The next day
He grinds his pelvis against mine and I whine, wishing he wouldn't go so slow. I'm nearly completely naked, the only item of clothing left on my body being my underwear while Finnick is only missing his shirt. I'm in agony right now. Like death by pleasure. It gives you the most degrading feeling when your body begins to react to what's being done to it and demands more when all you really want to do is curl up in a ball and cry for the rest of your life.
I don't think I can get pressed any farther into the wall without falling through it. My arms are pinned above my head, leaving my body exposed and vulnerable to Finnick's touches.
"You're so gorgeous," he murmers into my ear. His spare hand wanders down my back and grabs a handful of my backside, the action sending a jolt up my body. I squirm against him and whimper at the lack of friction as he takes a step back from me. My body aches to be statisfied and my mind is crying at my lack of self control. I try and bite my lip to silence myself and try to free my arms out of his hold. Maybe if I can get him away from me then I'll be able to regain some self respect. His lips travel down from my mouth to my neck, causing my knees to buckle as he grazes where my neck connects to my shoulder with his teeth.
The door suddenly swings open, revealing Delly and Johanna standing in the threshold of the room. Delly's eyes widen in shock whereas Johanna wears a smirk, as if she'd been expecting such a scene to stumble upon when she entered the room. Finnick sighs heavily and turns to them, his hand still pinning my wrists above my head. I avoid looking anywhere but the ceiling, disgusted in myself for letting myself get consumed in the pleasure he was causing me.
"Do you mind?" he says, his tone exasperated. "I'm sort of busy."
"Keep it in your pants Odair," Johanna replies. "We've got buisness to do."
"Still, nice going," Delly says. I flick my gaze over her, unable to stop the blush rising in my cheeks as her eyes roam over my near naked form unbashedly. Seriously, what is wrong with her? How could I have spent so many years working with her and not realize she was a sex addict? Even worse, a sex addict who's attracted to me?
"Stop staring Cartwright, you're turning him into a cherry," Finnick says acidly.
"Oh do shut up," Delly snaps. "It's not like you own him."
"I think the intials would say otherwise," Finnick replies.
"That's just a stupid District 4 tradition," Delly sighs, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. "It's just gay."
"I'am gay! That's the point!" Finnick retorts. I struggle against his hold on me while he argues with Delly but his hand holds fast. The blantant argueing over my ownership only makes my blush deepen. I really don't understand this; I'am nothing special.
"OK guys, cut it out, seriously," Johanna snaps, cutting them off mid-argue. "I'm sorry Delly but you lost your right to touch Mr. Mellark after your intoxicated state at the S&P. Plus, I believe in the right of ownership and dear Finnick here has clearly marked his territory . . . literally." Finnick smirks and I glare at him, wanting to just die now.
"You do realize that you have marked F.O into him right?" Delly asks. "You've basically carved 'Fuck off' on his body." My eyes widen at the realization that she's right. Oh great, that's just brilliant(!)
"Do I look like I care?" Finnick asks, turning to me and swiping some hair out of my eyes.
"Obviously not," Delly replies drily. "You may have stopped my hands but you'll never stop my eyes!"
"I mean it!" Johanna snaps. "Both of you, cut it out. Finnick, put a shirt on and get him in the chair." Finnick sighs and drags me over to the chair in the middle of the room.
"And you call me the sex addict," Delly mutters as she throws a set of cuffs over to Finnick.
"You don't wear jealously well Cartwright," Gloss says, entering the room with a bucket of water and some wires with clips on the end. "The green eyed monster is consuming you."
"Oh do shut up Gloss," Delly snaps. Finnick locks my wrists together behind the chair with the handcuffs and kisses my cheek softly, making me flinch. Delly glares before rolling her eyes.
"OK, finally," Johanna sighs. "We're missing our technition Mellark. Little Rue vanished after planting a dummy bomb at the bottom of your boyfriend's car, disobeying our orders."
"What's that got to do with me?" I ask.
"Her car was spotted parked beside Cato's by surviellance cameras. Her car is gone now but Hadley's has been ditched there. They're obviously planning something," Johanna explains.
"And . . . ?" I question.
"We need something to stop them," Delly answers, taking a black box with a red button out of her tote bag before throwing the bag away.
"Oh my god it's a box!" I mock gasp, pretending to cower away. As soon as I finish the sentence, the bucket of water Gloss brought in is thrown over me. I gasp for real this time as the ice cold water sends a shock through me and soaks me.
"Say cheese, you're on camera," Johanna says tauntingly, a video camera suddenly in her hands, the red button glowing omniously.
"Oh my goodness, am I?" I gush. "Does my hair look OK?" Gloss rolls his eyes and hands Finnick the wires with the clips.
"This might pinch a litte," warns Finnick as he opens one of the clips and attaches it to my ear. It does pinch a bit but just enough to make me wince. He clamps the second one onto my left nipple and the third-a slightly larger one-to my right side. He hands the ends of the wires to Delly and she struggles to attach them to the box.
Realization dawns on me of what they're doing and I internally panic. "You know it sometimes helps to do this," Gloss says, adjusting the wires in the box properly. Delly sighs and shakes her head, her manicured nails dancing eleangtly around the big red button. The water sticks to my skin; the drops falling off the ends of my eyelashes flicking into my eyes.
"You and I both know I don't want to hurt you," she says teasingly, hovering her hand above the button. "But I will do if I have to."
"Oh really?" I ask.
"Really," Delly smirks.
I let a pregnant pause linger before I put on my best smirk and say, "Then hit me with your best shot."
"Stop wasting time," Johanna snaps, slapping her hand down on the button. A powerful shock is sent up my body and I'm unable to conceal my scream as my muscles spasm and tense in reaction to the shock. The shockwave is suddenly cut off and I gasp, my neck no longer wanting to hold my heavy head up, making it fall uselessly forward. "See what we're capable of Hadley?" Johanna taunts, persumably into the camera. "Try anything funny and we'll do much worse. Free Cornelia or this will continue." Delly presses the button and the shock returns, making me scream in agony again.
"Here, let me have that a moment," Finnick says, taking the camera off of Johanna as she shuts the shockwave off again. He rips the clips off my body-the action stinging terribly and inflicting a wince-and walks around behind me, runing his fingertips along the back of my neck. "See this Hadley? The 'F' is a mark of ownership as is-" he comes back round infront of me and gently pushes my torso against the back of the chair so he can hold the camera at the 'O' below my navel. My body is too heavy and tired from the shocks to protest against what he's doing. "-this. He's mine."
"We're still negioating on that!" Delly interuppts.
"Shut it Cartwright!" Finnick yells. He moves beside me and holds the camera up to both our faces. My head rolls heavily on my neck and falls against his. I don't bother pulling away; right now the effort seems to great to do so. "Anything you'd like to say to your loving wife and caring boyfriend Peeta?" he asks teasinly. I try to open my mouth to respond; tell them to keep fighting, don't let him break you, rebel against them for all you're worth, but my voice catches in my throat and all that escapes is a patheic squeak.
Finnick grins and cups my jaw with his hand before leaning in and pressing his lips against the space between my eyebrows, the tip of my nose and then my lips. My entire face goes slack out of exhaustion and just lets him do as he wants. He pulls away from me suddenly and I nearly drop to the floor, not realizing how much of my weight I was leaning against him.
"Aw, looks like golden boy is tired," he says. A shiver runs down my spine at the use of my old nickname. "Free Cornelia Hadley or I might just decide to mark something else into him. Never know, might just decide to carve 'Property of Finnick Odair' across his back. I actually quite like the sound of that. What d'ya think Peeta?" He nudges me but I don't answer, pulling myself back upright and leaning back against the chair uselessly, my head hanging over the back tiredly.
"I think it's a brilliant idea," Johanna says.
"I thought so," Finnick agrees. "And I'm not kidding Cato, you and I both know I would. Free Cornelia or I'll do it. Just think on it, OK?" He switches the camera off and tosses it to Johanna.
"Good job Odair," she praises. "Now, we'll go and send this to Hadley's phone and you can continue whatever it was you were doing here." Gloss and herself file out while Delly stays there for a moment, glaring at Finnick before dumping the box and leaving as well, the door slamming shut making it final.
"Oooh, I think I pissed her off," Finnick smirks. "Poor thing, it must be hard. Can you really blame her though?" I lift my head and glare at him in reponse. "Here, let's get these cuffs off." He crouches behind me and unlocks the handcuffs, catching me as I slump down in the seat, unable to hold my own weight. He grabs his shirt from the floor and uses it to dry me off a bit.
Finnick pulls me forward in the seat so he can dry my back and I moan as my head begins to pound in pain, my body slumping against him in submission. "I think someone needs their sleep," he says. Oh really?! What makes you say that Finnick?! When he moves away from me I slip forward off the seat and hit the floor hard, amplfying the pain in my head and making my body scream on impact. I hear Finnick sigh and I listen as he moves around my body and sits against the wall, pulling my head into his lap.
"Why can't you just let me go?" I whisper. Finnick shrugs and runs his hands through my hair, the gesture making me sigh. I hate how he knows everything about me. Where I'm ticklish, what makes me shiver, what makes me horny and what relaxes me-stroking my hair like a cat being one.
"Because you belong to me baby," he answers softly. "Even if you don't realize it." He massages my scalp with his fingertips and my eyelids drop closed, refusing to open again. "That's it, sleep sweetie. Sleep," he coos. I do as he says, my whole self being begging for rest for ages now. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. You'll be mine till' the end of the world. I'll kiss and I'll hug and I'll fuck and I'll coo. All the things I'll do to you," he softly sings into my ear as I drift out of conciousness.
Cato: A rest stop: Five miles from Mafia Headquarters
I hold the phone up to my ear, listening and replaying the sound over and over again. The scream, his scream, vibrates through my being and makes my rage greater and greater each time it plays. I'm clutching the mobile so tight that my knuckles are white and the phone feels like it's getting squaushed in my hand.
A hand rests on my shoulder and I turn round to face Katniss. Her face is grave and concerned as she listens to the screams as well for a moment before speaking. "Stop listening, you're killing yourself," she says quietly. I lift my thumb off the replay button but don't remove the phone from my ear.
Finnick's taunting tone suddenly fills the air as he teases us, his belief that he has won making me more determined to prove him wrong. Katniss shifts slightly, her eyes sparkling with tears as they catch the sunlight. I know she believes it's her fault. That if she had never asked him to sell himself then Odair even know who Peeta was let alone be doing this now. I can't tell her it isn't her fault because her reasons for believing this are pretty solid.
Rue appears out of the petrol station with a plastic bag in her hand. She notices the phone in my hand and sighs before snatching it quickly before I can stop her and switching it off. "They're trying to break you," she states. "You can't let them do it. Think of the Peeta before they shocked him. The grinning, sarcastic man who wasn't going to let them win. OK? If we're going to beat them then we're going to have to ignore their taunting. I know it'll be hard but we have to do it."
I nod, knowing she's right, and take my phone back, closing the video. We get back into the car and head off again, listening to Rue's directions as she instructs me on where to go to get to headquarters.
We're so close and yet still so far.
But we're going to get there.
I'm going to make sure of it.
A/N: There you go! Hope you enjoyed it! :D
Teaser:
I look at him with pleading eyes, begging him to run before he gets himself killed. Finnick's arm around my waist tightens as he cocks the gun and points it at him once more. I struggle against his grip but he holds fast and I can't free myself.
"Run!" I yell at him. "Just go! I'll be fine! Go before you get killed! Please!"
"I'm never going to leave you Peeta," he says firmly. "Never."
"Please Cato, go!" I plead, tears running down my cheeks. "He'll kill you!"
"I don't care," Cato replies, suddenly pulling out his own gun and pointing it at Finnick before he can react. "What do you say Odair? Ready for a stand-off?"
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