AN: I am so so so sorry. I can't begin to say how sorry I am that it has taken this long for this chapter. Years is unforgivable but I hope you can forgive me. I don't know after this long if any one is still interested in this story. If there is interest I will continue. Again so sorry, I won't bother trying to excuse it but I do hope, if you are still hoping for this story to continue that you enjoy...

As always I have re-read my work but errors to slip past me and I wanted to get this out ASAP as you've waited so long!

Previously

"...your key cards to your apartment." I had missed the beginning of his speech but managed to take the key card and make myself listen. "You will be sharing an apartment as specified by President Snow, you will get you schedules every morning and you will follow them to the second..." I frowned and tuned out.

Sharing? The thought struck me. In more ways than one and questions started to flood my mind. Will we have clients at the same time? Will we have the same client at the same time? ... Will we have to watch each other as we please others? The last one made my stomach churn. It was one thing knowing what was happening but another having to watch it.

I didn't know how I could watch another with Finnick. Would I be angry, sad, sick? I didn't know what I would feel and I hoped I would never have to find out but I knew my hope was in vain and yet I grasped to thought of freedom, of the rebellion if, when, it succeeded. We would be free, we could be together... I would have to hold onto that one thought, that one last sliver of hope if I was to have any chance of enduring what was to come.

Possession

Thirteen

We entered the apartment; it was much like the one I had stayed in before the Games. It was overly colourful, extravagant and beautiful and ugly all at the same time. Walking around I noted two bedrooms and almost cried with relief, this means we will have separate clients, right? I told myself. The rooms were on opposite sides of a large corridor and with enough space between that if lucky, we wouldn't be able to hear what the other was doing. Please let me be right.

The little green man had disappeared by the time I made it back to the large open plan living, kitchen, dining room. I was both relieved and worried. I still knew very little of what was to come, even with all my training. Luckily Finnick was there and seeing my panic smiled at me before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and bringing me close. To others watching on, and I was more than certain that we had no privacy not even within our 'home', it was a sign of affection and yet I couldn't quite care enough to step out of his embrace. I'm sure in time Snow would find a way to use the feelings we had for each against us but there wasn't much more he could do to either of us.

"Are you ok?" he asked softly, breaking me from my thoughts.

I nodded, trying to calm my inner thoughts down. "Overwhelmed," I said with a shrug as if it were nothing. Finnick didn't look convinced and seemed to want to say more but Haymitch chose that moment to enter the apartment, Cinna close behind him.

I smiled despite everything as Cinna embraced me, with a sad smile. He knew the pain of what I was going through and yet he didn't pity me, in fact he believed in me and that alone made me feel a little bit stronger.

"I suppose it's time to make me look pretty," I said with a resigned sigh but a small smile so that I didn't make Cinna feel guiltier than I already knew he did.

He nodded a sad smile upon his lips. He headed down the hall and I followed only stopping when I heard Haymitch call, "I'll see you soon Sweetheart," he said before he and Finnick bowed their heads and began to speak in hushed tones to one another. I would have been a little annoyed if I knew they were talking about something important, like the growing tensions in the districts, but neither were that stupid to speak about it in such a brazen manner so I followed Cinna and left them to their whispering.

Possession

By now, being made to look pretty by Cinna didn't take nearly as much time as before. Having a regular beautifying schedule reduced the time considerably for which I was both thankful and displeased about. Before the Hunger Games, on that very first day in the Capitol being re-made into the Girl on Fire, I had spent hours being prepped by Cinna and his team and I hated every moment. But I had changed and I no longer despised the process so much, in fact it helped, it was another layer, a disguise to hide behind because when they were done with me I was no longer Katniss Everdeen, I was the Girl on Fire, and she could and would do anything for her family.

I stared at my reflection, both awed and disgusted. I stood in gold, a dress that clung to me, it wrapped around my curves before splitting at the middle of my right thigh leaving very little to the imagination. It was beautiful and terrifying. I shone, the gold material glistening under the light, my skin also bronzed and shinning. I looked exactly how I felt.

I laughed darkly, closing my eyes briefly before locking my eyes with Cinna. "I look like a shiny new plaything, a trophy, a prize."

I could almost feel the sadness pouring off Cinna. He stepped forwards, standing beside me. In the reflection of the mirror he met my stare with such sadness I felt my stomach tighten.

He took my hand gently, "they don't deserve you."

Possession

President Snow's mansion was as large as I imagined and filled with over the top extravagance, from the people to the food to the décor. Of course, I felt like one of those extravagant things, dripping in gold from the dress to the jewels that littered my body. A gift, from Snow himself. My only source of comfort and solace from the stares of the Capitol people were Haymitch and Finnick. The latter as overly dressed as myself.

"Smile," Finnick whispered into my ear as his arm wrapped around my waist, guiding me through the throngs of guest who all turned to stare as we passed. "Remember your training, remember who you have to be, who they want you to be."

Preparing and reality were two different things, Finnick of course was used to these people, these elaborate parties. I on the other hand could barely keep my feet moving. I felt trapped, surrounded and my old instinct's, that of survival were kicking in. I wanted to fight, flee…survive.

But to survive I could not run, I could not fight. I had to stay, I had to please. I had to play the game. These people who thought of me as entertainment were the key to my survival, to Prim's to Gales. Until a time came for change, and as little as I had been told, I knew change was coming. So, I would play the game, the seemingly never ending game. I could and would be the girl on fire, their girl on fire until a time came when the fire would consume them all. Until then I would please, could please.

I placed my hand upon Finnick's, the one that rested on my waist before removing it from my body. His eyes locked with mine, holding confusion and question. The loss of his touch made my heart sink but if we had any chance of making it through what was to come then Snow could not suspect what I felt for him, what he felt for me.

I smiled wickedly, before speaking my words dripping in sarcasm and contempt "let's go and meet our adoring fans."

Possession

I had lost track of Finnick hours ago. I had danced and been passed around from partner to partner. I laughed, smiled and idly chatted. Men flirted and I flirted back all the while wondering if any of them would be paying for time.

After a while my feet began to ache from the insufferable heeled shoes that adored my feet. After my dance with a man with an alarming shade of violet eyes and a pair of wandering hands I had hoped for a reprieve and a moment to sit and rest my feet when a man appeared beside me. His attire that of a simple black suit and white shirt.

"Miss Everdeen, your car has arrived" he said before offering his arm to me. I obliged, relief washing through me. I didn't know what I would do if one more dance was required of me.

As we left President Snow's estate I saw the driver from early waiting. With no word, he opened the door. I gracefully slide onto the leathered seat letting out a sigh of relief, stretching my legs like a cat after a long nap. I closed my eyes and let me head rest against the seat but not for long as shortly after a chill ran through me as the door opened once more.

Finally, I thought letting a smile stretch my lips, though it had only been a few hours I had missed Finnick's company. But the man that slid into the seat beside me was not Finnick. My smile faltered for all of a few seconds before I composed myself.

"Mr Sotelo, what a wonderful surprise," I said softly, hoping my expression didn't let slip that it was in fact a most unwelcome surprise. I had danced with this man early that evening, he had been one of the first to ask for a dance. He was not as unusual looking as most, he was in a way handsome if not for the undesirable hungry look in his eye when he looked at me.

"Miss Everdeen, I am glad to have surprised you." His eyes darkened considerably as his eyes darted down my body. "I thought you could accompany me on my ride home."

I simply smiled, unable to speak.

"Maas," he barked to the driver, "take me home."

As the car roared to life around us, I felt his stare burning into me. I felt his desire rolling off him in waves and I felt helpless, like I was being crushed beneath them. It didn't take long before his desire compelled him to reach for me. His hand tugged at my chin before slipping to the nape of my neck and pulling me towards him.

His lips descended onto mine with a feverish need. For just one moment I panicked, unsure, afraid and then just as quickly as the doubt and disgust appeared I pushed it away. Play the game, I thought to myself before letting go of all the ideals of Katniss Everdeen and became what this man wanted.

The Girl on Fire.

Within only minutes he grasped my right thigh tightly, pulling me towards him and over him. My hands automatically came to rest on his shoulders as his lips travelled to my neck and I threw my head back and let out a soft moan that was sure to please him and with that sound leaving my lips I felt his twist into a smile against my skin.

His hand travelled up my thigh, before slipping under the material of my dress and finding purchase on my backside, his nails digging into my skin as he pulled me even closer to him. I felt him beneath me, a bulge in his trouser that brushed against my core, he bucked his hips, once, twice before he pulled his lips from my neck and his hand that had rested on my backside released me. Relief washed over me but only for a short while.

Too quickly he began to unzip his trousers and in horror I realised he was not going to wait until we made it to his home. I tried to get off his lap but with sharp reflexes he caught me, "now now Katniss, you have debt to repay."

By the end of the drive I felt sick to my stomach. I had let him take me, I had let him think I had enjoyed it as he manhandled me, pushing pulling and bending me to his will while the driver took us down the winding streets of the Capitol.

Once he was finished he deposited me onto the seat next him, a satisfied smirk stretching his lips. I felt filthy, violated and disgusted with myself. The remanence of our activity was running down my inner thighs. He handed me a tissue, telling me to clean myself up just as the car came to a stop.

"It was a pleasure Miss Everdeen," he said leaning and brushing his lips against mine. He was out the car before I could speak a word.

I was lost inside myself. I had retreated into myself while he took his pleasures, I had run on auto pilot doing everything expected of me but I wasn't there, it wasn't me. Not really. But it is me, I let him touch me, use me.

As we pulled away the sight I saw made the contents of my stomach rise. A woman had opened the door, a child on her hip and Mr Sotelo kissed her and then placed a kiss upon the child's head before they headed inside.

A family, he has a family.

As we drove, Maas, the driver said nothing as I cried. Reality had crashed down around me. Yes, this was a game to the Capitol, to Snow but it was my life and I realised no matter how much training I had received, I was not ready and didn't think I ever would be for this life.

I had told Finnick they wouldn't break me, that I would fight.

But as the tears stained my cheeks I couldn't help but wonder if maybe I was already broken.

AN: So after so long I hope this ignites your desire to read this story still. I did not want to actually write a full scene for a client, full sex scenes I think I will reserve for Finnick and Katniss together... but let me know what you think...