First Taste of Torture
A girl's scream fills the dungeon and a chill runs through my body. It's only been one night but still it feels like so much longer. My stomach rumbles but I know I can go so much longer without food, the Games as much as I despise them have taught me how to survive. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, towards my door, towards me. A man in the white uniform unlocks the door to my cell. For a moment, with one little shred of hope I think I'm being let out, but I'm willing to believe anything, I'm desperate. The man in the Peacekeeper uniform brings with him a screen. What is he going to do? "Someone has told me that you've not been telling us everything you ought to be." he says calmly. It doesn't make me calm rather the opposite. I try to breath but I seem to have forgotten how to do so. "Maybe this will help."
He switches on the television and I see the arena. Memories come flooding back, I can even smell it. It zooms into the forest in the large mountains. To Andy. His head being decapitated. I cry out as I hear the scream from the television and close my eyes but this doesn't stop the image replaying in my mind, the images of my darkest nightmares. I feel ill, dizzy. I want to escape but the images are in my head, I can never escape. I open my eyes to see the man reaching his hand towards my neck and pushing me to the wall. It hurts but I don't want to let it show. "Is your tongue lose enough yet?" he snarls. When I can't reply due to the pressure of his hand around my neck, with his free hand, he draws a knife from his pocket. "Where should we start?" he says to himself before drawing the knife down my check. The salty tears sting the cut even more and I'm unable to scream out in pain, it comes out as a strangles choke. My body starts convulsing with shock, I want Finnick! He cuts the thin layer of my skin on the eyelid though thankfully, though it causes much pain, it doesn't pierce my eyeball. "By the time I'm done with you let's just say your boyfriend Mr Odair won't love you anymore, he can have any girl he wants and anyway you'll most probably be dead."
After this callous remark I can't stay conscious anymore and like so many times in these past few days I drift into the void between reality and dreams.