I couldn't believe how much pain one, not including the dagger that was still sticking out of my thigh, impact could be. Cato's stab into my forearm brought my blood pouring down my arm. I could hear Peeta, his yells and pleas for him to stop. Maybe Peeta wasn't turning against me, but rather helping me by being with the Careers.
My voice grew hoarse from screaming so much. Cato's mouth curved into an accomplished smile and Glimmer and Clove were smiling also, but with their arms crossed, as if what Cato had done wasn't enough for them. They wanted more.
"What? That not enough for you all?" Cato asked his allies friendly, taking his attention from me to them.
If I could move, that would've been my cue to get to my feet and book it. But things weren't so fortunate.
"Oh please, this is a television show, Cato. You've got to be better than that!" Clove complained. She was taking charge of my death now. Fuck.
She kneeled down to my lying body on the ground and swung out one of her daggers. She looked over to my thigh, which was covered in blood and was shaking, and fake pouted.
"Aw, did I hurt the little girl on fire?" She asked sarcastically while patting hard on the dagger's handle, causing it to go deeper and deeper into my flesh. I cringed, winced, and moaned from this little bit of torture.
She traced the dagger she possessed currently on my cheeks, then traveling down to my neck and to my stomach. She made a circle movement right at my heart with the blade.
"I wonder how slow it takes for a blade to reach the heart if done so slow and steadily…" She said aloud, foreshadowing how I was to die. She wasn't going to make this quick. Clove planned on digging into my skin, flesh, nerves, bones, and whatever else was in there until she reached my heart. Then, that's when my heart would be pierced.
"Well then, why should we waste time? Let's begin…" Clove announced sadistically. She readied her hand, positioned the dagger, and began to make her way through the first centimeter of my flesh.