I do not own the Hunger Games or any of its Characters.

My own OC and Cato from the Hunger Games

THIS CHAPTER HAS SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAY DISTURB SOME PEOPLE...

Chapter 22:

The car ride is silent as we pull up to a large black gate, the gate slowly swings open and we drive through. I glance over at Cato's father and frown he hasn't really informed me of what was going on. "Where are we?" I ask quietly as the car pulls up to a large white mansion. "We are at the home of George Andrews." He informs me as the car door is opened for us.

Cato's father steps out, before helping me. I look up to the front door of the mansion and watch as it is opened a fat short man comes out a large smile spread across his chubby face, his small white beard is stretched and moves with his movements. I feel my stomach churn as Cato's father leads me up the white marbled stairs. "Marcuse!" The fat man chuckles holding his chubby hand out to Cato's father who removes his hand from my shoulder to shake it.

"George." He smiles, "This as you know is Melissa."

I look to the fat man and plaster a fake smile onto my face, "Hello…"

He chuckles his beard jumping, "Why my dear… please come in." He holds out his hand to me. I look at Cato's father who nods; "I will come to pick you up in the morning my dear."

The fat man, Mr. Andrews leads me into the house, his maid who was waiting by the door gives me a sad smile before closing the large doors behind us. "Please follow me this way." He informs me letting go of my hand and walking ahead of me down a long corridor. I follow slowly taking the house in, its white walls shine, small gold spirals line the edges by the floor.

A large crystal chandelier is hung in the entrance way and the corridor is lined with old paintings of people who I don't recognize. He stops at the end of the corridor and opens a set of double doors. He steps aside holding his hand to the side ushering me inside. I take a deep breath and step inside.

The room is large painted a light shade of brown. A smaller chandelier is hung above a large king bed, its covers have been pulled over and a large selection of pillows lays on the bed and off. To the left of the bed the whole wall is glass looking out to a beautiful pond.

"Please let me remove your jacket." Mr. Andrews says nicely. I turn so I face him, his chubby hands help me remove my jacket and he places it onto a chair, which is placed by the door.

"Melissa, were you informed of what was going to happen… tonight?" He asks me, pushing me towards the bed. I don't know what to say so I stay silent. "Melissa?" He sits me down onto the bed. I shake my head not looking at him.

"Im going to make this very easy for you… I won't hurt you… much… ill try to make this enjoyable for both of us." He tells me quietly. I hear him take of his jacket and throw it to the ground, before his shoes follow.

"Look at me child."

I look up not wanting to meet his cruel brown eyes, his hand touches my chin and he looks down at me. "Stand up."

I do as he is told, my heart pounding, my hands sweaty. The fat man slowly trails his hands down my arms before he begins to open the buttons of my dress. I want to scream, pull away and run, but I'm terrified my body failing me.

He has a large smirk across his lips as he finally reaches his goal to open the final button, before he begins to push the arms of my dress down. I feel tears coming as he removes my dress letting it fall to the ground in a pile around my feet.

"I love white lace." He chuckles running one of his chubby fingers across my breasts moving down. "Please…" I say quietly, "Please don't…"

He laughs his whole body moving as he quickly removes his shirt and pants so he stands with only a pair of white briefs.

He pushes me to the bed and I fall down onto the mass of pillows. He removes my shoes and climbs on top of me. I look over to the door, praying Cato will appear and rescue me. But nothing happens as the fat man removes my bar and then my underwear. His hands roaming my body, his eyes scanning over me like I'm some sort of meal. Some sort of play thing…

I gasp as he pinches my nipples squirming away from his touch. "Please…" I whimper tears beginning to fall.

"Now I know why Cato wanted you so badly…" He crumbles holding my hips, placing his dirty mouth to my neck, planting wet slobbery kisses. "You. Are. So. Perfect. So. Pure." He says making me feel sick.

"Im going to make you feel so good." He smiles down at me. I close my eyes hoping for this to be over.

I gasp, clenching my fingers into the white sheets, holding back a scream as he plunges into me with a loud grunt. He moves quickly not bothering to see if I am fine. "You. Feel. So. Good." He grumbles. He is so heavy, sweat appearing onto his gross wrinkly face.

I turn my head to the left looking out at the pond. His hands find there way to my hips before he touches that spot Cato found. I bite my bottom lip, I don't want to enjoy this. I don't want this old pig on me, inside of me. He chuckles touching me again. I moan gasping, "Cato."

The fat man stops moving, "What did you just say?" I close my eyes. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" He roars. I gasp as he slaps me, "Don't you dare say that boys name in my HOME!"

He moves again, this time meaning to be rough, he hold my hips tightly, grabbing my breasts roughly.

Soon he begins to slow down, each thrust seeming to take a marathon, I just want this to be over. Finally he moans loudly giving one last large thrust. He collapses on top of me. I cry out. He is so heavy, and so sweaty. I grip the sheets more tightly. Tears still falling.

He pulls out of me and rolls over to the side, touching me again roughly. "This could have been done more nicely, we could have both enjoyed ourselves." He says softly.

I laugh, "I'm sure…." He laughs, "When morning comes ill make sure you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow, ill make sure by the end of the night you wont be remember that pathetic boys name. He took what I wanted! He took what should have been mine."

I frown closing my eyes, praying this night to be over soon…

During the night he comes and goes. Doing what he wants with me as I lay on the bed looking out the window. Once during the night he touches me again in that spot which Cato found and I can't help myself I want to make this fat man mad. Yet im terrified what will happen. I give him my best moan, I scream Cato's name smiling to myself as the fat man beats me. My cheek hurts and I think my hips have been bruised with his handprints.

I soon give up and close my eyes falling asleep as the fat man collapses on top of me again.

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