So, he, like the rest of Panem watched me as the Mockingjay. Of course he did, that's why he wants me to be here. I guess I just have to figure out how much I want to be here. I know nothing about this man except he likes intense sex and judging by that room, he knows how to use a lot of tools of pleasure and pain. Am I ready for this? I have no idea, but I think I can at least try for a couple of days, or maybe just one.

I'm following Mr. Grey to another part of the apartment, though it seems like a house, just higher up. Every wall is painted that pale shade of beige, but the way the lighting is through the hallways, it seems warmer than the living room. There are paintings everywhere but they look beautiful and are very tasteful. You wouldn't think that someone who has such nice things surrounding him would be into such a dramatic form of enjoyment.

He doesn't say anything to me for the minute it takes to go to his office, so I get to watch him quietly. He has a smooth stride and by the way the dark khakis fit him, a nice butt too. I never cared about any of that before Peeta and I were together and then I really appreciated how good-looking a man he was. I'm not looking to fall in love, just mindless sex really. At least I hope its mindless, but by the look of things, I'm going to have to think a lot.

Mr. Grey shows me into his office and I take a seat in a plush dark brown leather chair. He likes leather apparently. It is nice though. Even after the winnings and nicer home in Victory Village, we never had furniture like this. I could get used to it, if I'm allowed. He sits at the desk in front of me and pulls a file from a drawer, pulling a rather large stack of papers from it.

"I had this drawn up when I heard that you agreed to this interview." He says, handing me the papers and then crossing his hands over the open file folder. "I only know what was on video of what you could handle, but in those scenerios, you weren't given a choice in what and how much pain you could handle."

I look over the first sheet, just dates and our names. His name is Christian, wasn't that some kind of religion? I remember reading about it back in school and it always seemed to have people arguing over whose religion was better. I'm guessing it may still be that way for those that are practicing whatever they practice. Apparently he did some fact finding about me, not that it would take much, every Victor's past and present is easy to come by.

The contract goes over just about everything from how much I eat to how I groom myself to working out with a trainer to what I would allow him to do to me. What the hell is fisting and why does that not sound like any kind of fun? Same goes for anything having to do with my butt, nothing should go up there. I felt it was an invasion of privacy when I had to be thoroughly checked out for the Games and I didn't have an option then. What the hell, how do women or anyone for that matter like this stuff? I could handle being tied up or blindfolded, that doesn't sound so bad, and in truth, Peeta and I blindfolded each other once and it was great! Most of the painful stuff doesn't sound as bad as what I've already been through, except maybe caning. The idea of getting hit by a big wooden object doesn't float my boat per se.

I have no doubt that when I'm done reading this contract, my eyes are huge. I look up at Mr. Grey and he is waiting patiently for me to finish. I swallow hard and simply ask, "Why are you so strict about the eating thing? You must know that I try to never waste food being where I'm from and how I grew up?"

"It's in every woman's contract. I just need to be reassured that you will stay healthy. You have to have a lot of…..stamina, if you will, for what we'll do." He says, the corner of his mouth going up. I bet he has a wonderful smile when it's a true one. He is a looker, that's for sure.

"Oh, okay. That's why there's need for a trainer too, build stamina?" I ask, already knowing the answer. He nods his head and I jump right into the next one. "I have to see a doctor and get put on birth control?"

"Yes, the birth control is more so I don't have to wear a condom and for your safety as well. Wouldn't want to have an unwanted pregnancy, now would we? I have a doctor who I solely deal with here, unless you are already on some form of birth control?" I think he already knows this answer, but I indulge him.

"Not since Peeta died, Mr. Grey. I've had no need." I look back down at the stack of papers in my lap. I look back up at him and then down again and finally back up, completely embarrassed, "Is fisting what I think it is?"

He lets out a small chuckle and a true smile plays on his full lips. Yeah, he has a very nice smile. "It probably is exactly what you think it is, Miss Everdeen."

The heat on my face feels like it's going to burn me. Even after being with Peeta for almost five years, I am still so innocent. He always loved that about me, but will this man find it charming as well? "Ooookay, umm, grooming? Do I have to be completely hairless down there, because they made us do that for the Games and honestly, I hated it, especially when it grew back in."

He shakes his head, the smile fading, but still there, "Not necessarily, as long as it's trimmed and clean. It will depend more on what you let me do to you, because the hair can of course get caught and then it can get messy."

The thought of hair getting caught on anything down there makes me wince. "Alright, I think I asked all my questions. Except…"

I pause long enough that he lets out a sigh and says, "Yes, Miss Everdeen, except?"

"If I decide after a day that I don't like it, can I leave?" I say it in a rush, not really meaning to, but I'm nervous. He has been nothing but nice to me since I got here, but he's intimidating anyway.

"Of course. Even if we are in the middle of something, you just say the safe words, which can be of your choosing and you are free to leave. I do expect you to stay with me during the times inbetween though. There's a room for you and everything." He says very matter-of-factly.

"A room? I'd live here?" I don't remember reading that anywhere, but it makes sense if I decide to sign this contract.

"Yes. You are here mainly for my pleasure and as my work now doesn't require me to leave my home often, you would be here 24/7, unless there is an emergency of some sort pertaining to family or even friends. I'm not that heartless….anymore." On the last sentence, I think he gave away too much information, because he quickly follows it with, "The pleasure you would receive is just an added perk."

"Well, no one really counts on me for anything, so I don't think that would be an issue. Just one more question now that I think about it, Mr. Grey." My pause is less so this time and I make sure he hears me. "Do I get a free trial run with you before I sign anything?"

A/N - Religion is never really mentioned in The Hunger Games, which is why I have Katniss not knowing much besides what she would have read. I have no intention of anyone getting insulted by it, it's just ignorance of her part.