Abhorrent
I was going to be an avox. I was sure that it was just an injection that would prevent me from talking. How wrong I was. They tied me down and came at me with a menacing pair of scissors. There was blood everywhere, I tried to scream but I only managed to cough up more blood. Then they waved a white hot metal spoon in my face, I could feel it sizzling at my beard. They said it was to seal the wound; I had to let them do it. So I did. My flesh sizzled and I screamed.
Value
You got used to having an avox around. They stood behind you at mealtimes; they picked up what you had dropped. They were like a second shadow. You only noticed them when they weren't there. They were replaced soon enough, but for those few days when you were by yourself, you learnt to really value them being there. You learnt that you had to pick up what you left behind, tidy up your own mess. But all those lessons were forgotten when you got a new avox, it was like changing your hair, a new one to match your outfit.
Obey
As an avox, you were expected to serve the Capitol. You had to follow through on the orders that you were given, silently and without objection. You were trapped into lifelong servitude, with no chance of escape. You could have obeyed the laws and kept your head down, but instead you ignored it, and now you were making up for it. But it would never be enough, there was no retirement awaiting you when you hit 60. You would serve until you died and you would be grateful. At least you were fed something and had a place to sleep.
Xenophobia
They were weird freaks of nature. They defied the Capitol, and now they were paying for it. Silently skulking in the shadows, never speaking, not that they could. They deserved what they had, and I could see in their eyes that they knew they were defeated. As time went by, their eyes lost their spark and dulled. Apart from one. He had long dark hair and bottle green eyes, and a wicked smile to match. He scared me; he would face the beatings we gave him with a grin. Even when we whipped the skin off his back, he smiled.
A/N: What do you think of my Xenophobia, swanky word or what? Sorry for using short words as of late, I honestly didn't realise :P PLease review :)