"This isn't real!" he shouts, reaching for the ceiling. His wrists chafe beneath the metal cuffs, another suffering to endure. The ceiling is white, and it's the only color he can see. And it isn't sunset orange.
That makes him angry. "Get me out of here!" Angry roars, fighting at the metal rings pinning him to the table. He roars, a foreign sound escaping from his mouth, followed by a slew of curse words.
At the door he sees Katniss, her hands placed gently on the glass. He roars at her, warning her to run. A tear forms in her eye and he bares his teeth, like a feral animal.
All she wants to do is break the glass between them.
