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I'm thinking next time it's going to be from Katniss's point of view. Yayyy! I personally can't wait! Anyhow… start reading [:

"Ahhh!" I scream at the top of my lungs as the whips lash my skin. I was sound asleep or maybe even knocked out until this.

"Wooosh, crack, slap!" repeats the movement of the whips over and over and over and over… It feels like a thousand Tracker Jackers stinging my back. It's like nothing I've ever felt before.

The pain is so overwhelming I barely realize where I am. This is the brightest room I've ever been in throughout my whole life. The walls are white along with tile floor, and ceiling. There must be over a two thousand light bulbs in here that help make the room probably 80 degrees minimum.

"Wooosh, crack, slap!" the whips strike one after another. I figure there must be about four of Snow's men whipping me but, I dare not turn around to check and risk getting whipped in the face.

Suddenly the whips stop striking and all goes silent. The only sounds I hear are coming from my occasional whimpers. All I can feel is the stinging of my lash marks. Oh how I wish I was with Katniss right now. She's all I think about day and night. She's the only thing that's keeping me going.

"Boss says to keep going till the kid fesses up." Orders a husky voice. After his announcement, cheers erupt from the other three men.

"Do these people really hate me so much that they enjoy beating me? Capitols messed up…" I think to myself right before the next strike.

Whips lash at my back for what feels like hours until all goes black. Dying would be better than this but, I need and I will get back my girl.

*****

I wake up God knows when to the voice of President Snow.

"So Peeta, What happened to the other rebels?" hisses Snow.

"I have no idea! I don't even know why I'm here!"

"Wooosh,crack, slap!"

"Ha! Every time you don't answer a question how I like you will be whipped. I know that you poor, little Peeta, will answer me soon enough. So why waste time? Just tell us what's going on now."

"I swear to you, I know nothing!"

"Wooosh,crack, slap!"

"You like that don't you, Peeta? Just tell us where the rebels are heading to!"

"NEVER! Let me go!"

"Woosh, crack, slap!"

"You really want your little girlfriend to go through this pain? We have her you know. She's just…hidden."

"I know she's safe, but nice try Snow." On that note, I struggle to get up and try to make a run for the door. All that comes from that is being tackled by four large men two times the size of my dad.

"Ha-ha! You thought you could get away from me, from us!? Nice try, you're just stuck here with us." Mocks Snow with his signature smirk. "Good luck getting out of this one Lover Boy." Whispers Snow before he leaves the white room. His scent of blood and roses lingers in the room even after he's gone.

After President Snow leaves, the cycle of "Whooosh, crack, snap!" continues for hours until I black out once again.

When I wake up, I'm once again shackled to the wall by my wrists and ankles. I notice a ruby red puddle of blood that must have drained out of my whip wounds. The room is no longer dark but light with one dim bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling in the center of the room.

I look around and notice there are two other people in the room with me, Enodbaria and Cinnia.

"Oh no, Johanna." I blurt out loud.

"She's going through what you just came out of Peeta, it happens to all of us." Cinnia answers calmly.

I imagine he's been here the longest. From what Katniss said, Peacekeepers beat him and dragged him away the day of the 75th Hunger Games and just seconds before she entered into the arena. Not only do I know he's been here the longest, his condition shows it as well. He looks as if he's lost twenty pounds. There are dark bags under his eyes and looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. I feel so bad for him. Cinnia does not deserve to be in here. He had nothing to do with this whole situation; all he did was made Katniss a beautiful dress. One with a message none the less, but does he really deserved to be beaten?

"Let go of me, you asses!" yells Johanna from what seems like down the hall. The guards thrash open the heavy, metal door and violently push Johanna onto the floor.

"God, you're a handful!" says one of the guards with bright blue hair. "We're coming for you next so get ready!" he continued, looking straight at Enodbaria.

When they exited our chamber, Johanna began to make her way over to me.

"Peeta, I can't tell you everything but just know we will get out of here. Don't believe anything these rainbow colored freaks tell you. She's safe; don't let them change your mind. I know that you know in your heart she's still out there. You'll get back to her. I wish I could tell you more but I can't right now. We have a plan." Johanna franticly explains in a hushed tone. I can tell she's so worried about everything going on and how our lives could end at any moment.

After her speech, she hobbles over to her designated spot and either passes or falls asleep.

Moments later, more guards come in to escort Enodbaria away for her turn of torture. And that was the last time I ever saw her.

Alright! So that was Chapter 2! I hope you liked it. The real action will get going soon, I promise. Thanks so much to those of you who reviewed Chapter 1! You don't even know how much I appreciate it. This being my first fanfic I never knew how awesome getting reviews are. REVIEW PLEASE!