I surveyed my surroundings, taking in the dark street and it's towering blocks of flats. This can't be where he lives, but this is where I was told to go so I decided to wait. I meandered over to the bench at the end of the street. Sitting myself, I looked around to see if I could see anyone that fit his description. Dark shaggy hair; violet eyes(cosmetically altered of course); about 5ft11; violet eyeliner and a trademark violet spear tattoo on his neck. Odd sounding guy. For the Capitol anyway, he sounds too normal for this freak show.
I lift my feet onto the bench, trying to warm my legs up as the night was bitter cold. It's stupid how little clothes we're allowed to wear, even at night. But I guess that's how the Capitol like to see us, exposed. At the other end of the street, a man exited a flat and started walking in my direction. Great, I guess I was about to meet Marcus.
He was only a few strides away from me now, he looked exactly the way I expected.
"Johanna Mason," he raised his eyebrows and continued in his affected Capitol drawl "you're much shorter than I expected." He paused, laughing at his own pathetic 'joke'. "Come with me darling, I borrowed a friends flat for the special night."
The special night. Really? What's so special about paying to beat and fuck a girl that done nothing to you but give you entertainment in two Hunger Games? Idiot. I wish they'd fucking killed me, anything's better than this. I guess that's why Snow did it though, he hated when he couldn't control me and this is his sadistic way of getting back at me. Because he can control me now that I have friends to protect.
I walked through the door into his friends flat, from the looks of the décor his friend was a bloody psychopath. Chains, whips everywhere. Wasn't I in for a fun few hours. At least I had the though of seeing Finnick, Katniss and Peeta later. We always had to meet late as we were busy most nights, except Peeta. Even most of these Capitol fuckers don't have the guts to hurt Peeta.
He whispered into my ear "You're very quiet tonight angel, gag got your tongue?" as he slipped a gag into my mouth. Hilarious. Another one of our freedoms that the Capitol takes, we could only speak if that's what our 'owner' for the night wanted.
He slid his dirty hand down my body, pausing to pinch my nipples. Down again, this time he caressed my sex. Suddenly, he pushed my forwards. I tripped as my reactions weren't as fast as they were in 'the good 'ol days'. He stepped in front of me, pushing my face towards his. Whisky and sex, definitely not a good smell.
"Mine." he grunted. I wish I was gagged because I had the perfect reply for that little comment. Scum.
He dragged me down to my knees and then kicked me forwards. I crawled along the dirty linoleum floor, making sure to sway my hips for Magnus' viewing pleasure. I was now next to a door, which he quickly kicked open. He ushered me into the black. I heard a click which must have turned on spotlights. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light as I took in my murderous surroundings. This friend was more of a psychopath than I expected.
Magnus scooped me up and help me like I was just 5, vile creature. Carefully, he laid me down on a platform in the middle of the room. I already knew what this was. An electric table. Click. Click. Click. Click. I was strapped in now. No escape. My surroundings became a panicked blur. A knife trailed down my skin, cutting off my clothes and leaving a thin cut to remind me of this day. A bucket of water splashing over my skin. A fiizle of electricity. I blacked out.