The next few days, other tributes die off.
Some are attacked by bees. Some burned by fire.
I manage to live, diverting all harm.
A sound buzzes the arena.
"Change of plans, Tributes. There can now be two winners."
I run like hell, searching for Edward.
I barely find him, buried amongst a pile of leaves.
"Edward. Did you hear? We can both win! I promise to save you even though you were friends with everyone else first!"
He smiles, and I notice his body.
It is bloodied. He has been viciously attacked. By a possum.
I drag his body to a cave, that just happens to be nearby for our protection.
I take off his clothes, to bathe him.
That's when I know.
How he impressed the Volturi before.
"Your penis. You showed them your penis."
He smiles, and then succumbs to unconsciousness. I clean him off, spending more time than necessary on his lower regions.
I may have sucked his cock.
They didn't say anything about that in my contract.
A voice above yells again. "Tributes. Those who are still alive, we have something you all need."
"Don't go," Edward whispers in a daze.
"I have to," I say rubbing his hair while masturbating.
Stupid hair.
"Why?"
I swallow. "We need condoms. If we don't have sex before we die, I might kill myself."
He disagrees, but he has no idea just how bad I want his cock.
Fortunately, the citizens do. They send me Nyquil to knock his ass out.
I run to the center of the arena. The condoms are there. With my name on it.
But Rosalie tries to knock me down.
Disses my Mama.
I joke back about her bad weave.
Our argument is too intense.
Emmett deflates her breasts implants. "Last time District 12. For my friend, Alice."
I grab the condoms and run back to where Edward lies in a cave.
I touch his body. Pinch his nipples.
And then I stop.
Because this is too many words for one chapter.