Hanging On In There
The man walks in and I'm sick of the constant screams, mainly from the boy who I've learnt is Peeta's high pitched scream. I want to leave this place, but I can't. I've been maimed, put through so much pain and emotionally tortured with images of my Games but I'm still alive however much sometimes I wish I wasn't. The bad thing though is the fact that they know that I know nothing after all, why tell a mad girl from District Four? But if they have me then Finnick is under their control. The man who I've not seen before moves towards me and with his thumb lifts my chin. "Pretty girl, aren't we." he remarks. I shudder but this makes him laugh. He moves his lips towards mine and kisses me. His lips are cold, rough, unfamiliar and I don't enjoy them against mine unlike when Finnick kisses me. "Do you like that Cresta?" he says pulling me up with his hands in my hair and kissing me. He starts to move one of his hands down my back and rests it on my bum. Tears flow down my face with the disgust. Not only at the situation but also at the betrayal towards Finnick. How must Finnick cope having to do this every day?
He pulls away and says, "Enough of that, for now. I've got a video to show you." He moves over to the screen turns it on. I see Finnick and a girl. They're taking each other's clothes off, though Finnick seems more reluctant. I understand this is one of his clients. I close my eyes not wanting to see it, I can't! I still hear the sounds though. The girl screaming Finnick's name so I put my hands over my ears and start to hum. The volume is turned up so I have to hum louder. He must know that this tactic isn't working so he just walks over, moves my hands from my ears and kisses me fully on the lips.
"You're sick." I spit at him once he pulls away. He just shrugs it off and grabs my hands tightly. As he tightens his increasingly painful grip it feels as if my bones are being crushed. I write in pain, eyes still closed but Finnick and the girl's moans growing louder. Finally a searing pain hits my wrist and I hear a crunch. I scream out as the Peacekeeper lets go.
"Next time it will be your neck!" he snarls before I hear him leave. The pain is bad, but I'm still alive. Hanging on in there for Finnick.