Ella:

"The only issue is that Elie is at preschool, I have nobody around the house since Cinna is gone getting his tribute ready for the interviews, I just thought I would head over to the training center to spend more time with my father," I spoke in a hush tone, hoping that nobody was around to hear.

"Yes dear, but it is not safe here anymore. I do not want you to be dead," Cecelia, pleaded, "just stay home. Read a book or something; just do not go to the training center. We fear Snow's wrath, something is up, and my motherly instincts tell me that. "

"Fine Cecelia, I will not go there. Have you seen Finnick anywhere today? He was supposed to come over an hour ago and still has yet to arrive," I ask in fear of my friend.

Cecelia is silent on the phone for a couple of seconds and there is a sound like she hung up. I just slam the phone onto the hanger, angered that she would hang up with me. The lights start to flicker a couple of seconds later before completely dimming out. I am stuck in the dark, trying to find the flashlight that Cinna stores in one of the kitchen drawers. There is a gentle knock on the door.

"Open up!" a male voice shouts, "or we break down the door!"

"Never!" I scream back, blindly making my way under a cupboard. I quickly shut the door and wait there in silence. I hear banging on the front door; they were tearing it from its hinges. Suddenly it is like I am back home, in my quiet room, hoping that someone would check up on me, come and be there for me. There is a large slam against the floor and the stampede of feet against the wooden floor.

"Were is she?" I hear the man's gruff voice now, "I heard her call out from inside this house. Somebody quickly turn on the lights!" I crack open the door I hid behind and try to get a glimpse of who has invaded my home. All I can see through the yellow glow of the flashlights and above the counter was the face of the Head Peacekeeper. I gulp and close the door and wait there silently.

"Lights are back on sir!" a young boy that sounded no more than eighteen explained.

"Good! Now search every room! I will not stop until we find her!" he commanded his group of peacekeepers. Their shoes squeak against the floor, the sound of crashing and banging from them ransacking my home. There is a banging of one of them looking through the cupboards. My breathing slows and I cover my face with my hands. My life was literally ending right here, I run through my mind what I have done in this world. What did I do? Nothing, nothing at all; I am just worthless to the world and lived a meaningless existence.

The door opens up and the young eighteen-year-old peers in. His gray eyes were dull from all the hard work of being a peacekeeper, his face depressed. I knew how he felt, being forced into a job that you did not want to do. He probably was just a district boy. "Sir! I found her!" he seems pleased that he did, wheedling me out of the cupboard and presenting me to his boss.

He gives me a sinister smirk, "great job Icarus, you will be able to leave. Everybody else move out! We must get her to President Snow by one or it is all our heads!" The man snaps, sending the heard of peacekeepers crowding around me and leading me out. The group makes us march down the stairs, none of them taking their eyes off of me. In the lobby, it has been taken over by peacekeepers that let nobody in or out.

Eventually the head peacekeeper and me are the only ones that enter a vehicle that is out front of the complex. I had no shoes on, so most of the walks made my feet start to bleed. The peacekeeper requests shoes for me and all I get is a pair of leather sandals. I pull them over and wince in pain; my cuts start to burn because of the dirt that layered the bottom of the sandal. "Do you know why Snow went through all of this to get you?" the man asks, peering over at me and licking his lips.

I could see it in his gaze; I could see that I was going back to my body being sold to men for sex. This man was turned on by me, and was coming onto me. "Come on, the driver will not see. I though you were easy," he purred, laying me down onto the seat. He starts tugging at my skirt, "how about a quickie?"

A victor should not have to suffer like this; I slap him in the face and kick him in the private area. He groans in pain, pulling himself off of me, "stupid bitch."

I pull myself up and dust off, "yeah, but I am also married and have a son. Why in the hell you did that is a mystery. You look like the fool, sir, you look like a fool." He rolls his eyes and does not retaliate back and stays quiet for the rest of the ride. The two avoxes lead me out of the car and into the presidential mansion. They lead me through the familiar path towards Snow's rose garden.

"Oh, Seneca! Look who has arrived," I could see the white rose with blood on it. Another victim to his totalitarian power; another reason why that I should fear him. The smell of blood, roses, and whatever disgusting cologne Seneca wears mixes in the air, making me sick to my stomach and light headed.

"I am so very pleased," Seneca scooted over on the small loveseat patio furniture that was placed in Snow's garden, "come and sit next to me." I am weary at first, but decide to take a seat next to him. He pulls his arm around me and smiles.

"What in the hell is happening here? I do have husband that I need to pick up my son from preschool soon!" I frantically ask, "oh and you owe me so much for what those peacekeepers did to Cinna and me's home. I hope you know that."

"Oh, of course we will pay for the damages for what those idiot peacekeepers did your home. I really wanted it to be done as simple and easy as possible. We did not mean to do any harm," Snow's blown up lips purse into a smile, "as for the reason why you are here, I had an offer that I could not refuse. Seneca, wants you, and well I took the offer.""

My eyes widen, anger fills my body, "what! Never!"

Snow takes something out of his pocket and shows it to me, "you must do it, or I will kill that pesky husband and child of yours. Now you do not want me to do that do you?"

"No," I whisper, "but I will be able to see my husband and son? That is all that I ask."

"Of course, you will Seneca is just going to get your Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays," Snow explained, "You are Cinna's for the rest of the time."

"Fine, then I am yours," I just stare down at the floor, "today is Saturday, lets go." Seneca had a big grin on his face as he pulled me closer to him. He throws some money towards the president before we exit.

"I told you that I was going to get you, somehow. Now you are mine, even if it cost me a pretty penny," Seneca whispered, his hot breath on my ear sending tingles down my spine.

I roll my eyes, "whatever, but were are we heading first? May I make a phone call?"

"Why?"

"I am going to need Cinna or Cecelia to pick up my son from preschool, even if Finn has to do it."

"Fine then," he releases me to a phone that is in the hallway. I call Cecelia, tell her that I am going to be busy tonight and I am going to need her pick Elie up at three. She tells me okay before hanging up the phone. I hang it up as well, before returning to Seneca. "I tell you now, you will be very pleased with what is coming up next. I have redone my bedroom and everything. You will love it."

We step into a car that Seneca has requested; he pulls me in the same seat as him. An avox is driving, but I could not see who it is because of a barrier between the driver's seat and us. I knew the reason why, and I did not want this to happen. He leans over and brushes his lips against mine, I try my best to pull away and not lose myself in the moment. I just push him away, "I get car sick."

"Okay, I understand that," Seneca snickers, "I do as well." He straightens out his suit and leans back in the seat, staring out of the window. I lean back and do the same, staring out at the oddly dressed people that crowded the streets. I just sigh, closing my eyes and hope to wake up from this nightmare. I do fall asleep and do not awake until I am lifted out of the car by an avox. I hear the car door close behind me and I open my eyes.

"Let me go!" I struggle in the avox's arms, but he does not let go of me. I just relax in this man's arms, and when we are inside I am set down on my feet.

"I apologize, now leave Aaron," Seneca commanded, "Now lets head upstairs, my dear Ella." He extends his hand out to me; I grab on and let him lead me upstairs and into the upstairs bedroom. It was completely dark, and the only light was about twenty candles scattered about the room; creating a deep romantic glow that I always loved in bedrooms.

Seneca pulls me closer to him; he kisses the line of my neck. I let a small moan as he runs his hands down the curves of my body. "I knew that you would enjoy this. Please, I would love to make it up to you from last time. I really do love you," he whispers between kisses, "you are extremely beautiful and a great muse."

"Oh, Seneca, such flattery," I murmur. He moves me, forcing the two of us to fall back onto the bed. That is where we spend the rest of our night together; I fall asleep on his chest. He throws his arms around my bony shoulders, and does the same.

"See you Tuesday dear, remember three o'clock," Seneca whispers to me, leaning up against the doorframe in his robe. He leans over and gives me a peck of the cheek before closing the door and leaving me to find my way home. I just step down the stairs and let the avox from yesterday hold the front door open for me. I step out into the cool Capitol air; I walk through the streets and head towards the arena.

"Cinna!" I shout, "I miss you!" My voice echoes through the empty streets of the Capitol, I was in front of the training center now. I walk in and step into the elevator; I hit the number four in hope to talk to Finnick. In the elevator I just think, for the whole ride I am worried about Cinna and Elie. When the shiny doors open, I step off onto the floor and quietly navigate the halls to Finnick's room. I knock gently, not trying to draw attention to myself.

Finnick opens the door, one of his Capitol lovers crawls out, "hey, Ella, why are you here?"

I just grasp onto him, tears running down my face, "Cinna is gone! Finn, you are the only one that I can turn to!"

Finn was in shock, "what is it, Ella!"

"I am scared now! For Cinna and Elie! Snow is forcing me to be a prostitute again!" I mutter out between the tears, "and he threatened the life of Cinna and Elie!"