I smirk, pulling my orange jumpsuit back on, but I leave it open to tease Louis, the Peacekeeper, who quickly walked out of the cell. I snicker at his nervousness. Louis didn't have as big of a package as I had hoped, but overall, he wasn't a bad fuck.
Idly, I began to comb my fingers through the knots in my hair; Louis had this thing about tangling his fingers in it. I didn't mind as long as he kept going. He had called my perfect. I could agree with that. I have a nice, thin body, with curves everywhere it counts. It's no wonder I can get my way with anyone, male or female.
The scrape of a tray being slid across the floor catches my attention. Louis came through on his promise. I gather the warm, chocolate brownie carefully into my hand. I don't want to get any of the chocolate desert beneath my long nails. Picking off pieces, I let them melt on my tongue, moaning loudly. I'm probably drawing attention to myself. I suppress a giggle at the thought of drooling peacekeepers lined up outside of my cell.
I'm known as the biggest slut in District 1. Maybe you can tell why. I started having sex when I was young. Attention, that's what I wanted. Attention my parents never gave me. They think I'm troubled, and maybe I am, but do I care? No, I love sex. I don't talk to my parents anymore. Speaking of which, I don't talk to anyone I've ever had sex with either... not unless they have something to give me.
Peacekeepers come and go. It's mostly the same men every time. They never chant my name, but usually someone else's. Perhaps their wives. Maybe their girlfriends. It's amusing really.
Almost as amusing as being thrown in prison for having sex with another woman in public. Just the memories send adrenaline coursing through my veins. It wasn't my first time in public, the last time being with a younger man, but there'd been no male peacekeeper come to arrest me. Rather a stern, beautiful and entirely straight young woman.
A sudden, loud alarm makes me stand.
Walking over to the cell door, I looked around and see everyone else is doing the same. I glance at the second catwalk and see the Head Peacekeeper holding a bucket. I instantly knew what it was for. Reaping.
I think the entire idea of the Hunger Games coming back is stupid. I'm sure it could be interesting, just as long as it's entertaining. I groan with annoyance, he was taking too long. I want nothing but to curl up and take a nap. Sex is a very exhausting thing.
The tall, menacing man reaches a slender hand into the bucket and slowly pulls out a slip.
"District 1's first ever convict tribute is..." The Head Peacekeeper pauses long enough to unfold the slip of paper, his microphone screeches loudly before he speaks into it once more.
"Violender Ruby!"
I cringe for a moment at the sound of my name, but when I see a new Peacekeeper approaching my cell, I smile and wink. He opens the door and steps toward me, and I lean towards him.
"You like it hardcore or soft?" I ask seductively, my breath ghosting across his face. The Peacekeeper swallows hard as he proceeds to put the shackles around my ankles and wrists.
The inside of the prison is pure white, too white, and it's almost blinding as I'm escorted down the hall.
I couldn't wait to leave... but I wasn't willing to die for this freedom.
When I stepped foot on the train, I was surprised to find no one, not even an Avox. I simply shrugged and approached a table covered in food; meat, bread, fruit and vegetables. A devious grin works it's way onto my face as I grasp a banana and slowly eat it, plopping down on the nearby couch.
I couldn't help but wonder what the other tributes look like. I hoped there would be willing men or women. I don't want to spend my time in the Capitol bored. Hmm.. I'd love to live in the Capitol. All of their people are good looking.
I stretch in my seat before standing, carelessly tossing the banana peal onto the table. I head in the direction I think my room would be, but my shackles don't allow me any further. I guess I'll just settle for the couch then, it's more comfortable than the cot I used back in the prison. I let the soft cushions comfort me as I close my eyes.
Hopefully by the time I wake, I'll be in the Capitol.
Author Note: There is a few more spots open, see my profile for more info. Once again, I'd like to thank luvakatsuki3 for being my beta.