I look at Effie, and she has stopped dead in her tracks. She is as shocked by his presence as I am. "President Snow," she says politely, "to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?". President Snow. He turns around in his chair, took face us, his stare making me uncomfortable. I feel as if he's the one who lives here, and I'm the one who just showed up.

"Why Miss Trinket," his snake eyes look into mine as he gives Effie a curt nod, "I would like to speak to Miss Everdeen. In private." Effie shows us down the hallway and into a small room. It almost looks like a meeting room of some sort. There's a round mahogany table with eight chairs around it, wood floors and beige walls. There's no window, but a ceiling fan turns slowly. The older man looks at Effie and thanks her, signaling her to leave. As soon as the door closes he begins to speak slowly. "Katniss Everdeen. The Girl On Fire." He kisses my hand. "It is truly a pleasure to meet you. But enough with the small talk. I have a business proposition for you." I want to run away something about this isn't right. Snow must sense my uncomfortableness. "Don't worry, it will be harmless... If you do what you're supposed to."

I finally gain the courage to speak. "Mr. President, if I may?" I ask with perfect manners. Effie would be proud. He raises his eyebrows, signaling for me to continue. "What exactly is it that you'd like me to do?"

"Ever since you appearing in that chariot with Mister Mellark, you have been very... desirable. And now that you two are not... shall I say romantically involved, many people in the Capitol will be interested in... spending time with you. Victors are very profitable." I understand what he's asking and it makes me sick. And if I refuse? I want to ask him.
"Coal mining is very... dangerous. And it's very easy to get sick. What if your sister or your cousin were to get hurt?" I knew that he knew that Gale was not a cousin. He could kill them easily if I didn't oblige.

"Okay." I nod at him. "I understand."

"Your mentor will talk to you later. Some other victors will be waiting for you back in District 12." He stands up and walks towards the door. "Oh, and Miss Everdeen?" He turns around to look at me. "Don't mess up or there will be consequences."

As soon as he's outside I begin to scream, but the sound never reaches my mouth. I curl up in a ball on my bed, and try to pretend none of this has ever happened.

The next morning, I come into the living to find my mentor waiting for me. "Sit down, Sweetheart." Haymitch drawls, patting the spot on the couch next to him. Surprisingly, he's sober. "You're gonna listen and you're not gonna talk until I'm done. Got it?" I nod. "Alright. Do you know how I won my games? I found a weakness in the force field surrounding the arena. I shouldn't have won. Because I made the Capitol look stupid, they killed my mother, my sister, and my girlfriend." Wow. That would explain a lot. He continues. "Do you know Johanna Mason? She played weak, until there were only a few left. Then, she turned into a killing machine. Snow wanted to sell her, but she declined, thinking he was bluffing. When she got back to 7, all her family and friends were dead, so she had no choice. Do you get where I'm going with this?"

I nod, standing up. "So basically if I don't become a prostitute they're gonna kill my mom and Prim, and Gale?"

He sighs. "Pretty much. A good friend of mine might drop by later-" As soon as Haymitch said that, a boy stepped off the elevator. He's truly beautiful- he has bronze hair and sea green eyes. He only wore a pair of boxer shorts."Speak of the devil," Haymitch grumbled. He smiled though, greeting the mentor. "Finnick, this is-"

"Katniss Everdeen." the boy smirks. He kisses me on the lips. "Finnick Odair at your service. The pleasure will be all yours." I turn beet red.

Haymitch starts to make gagging noises. "Please." I turn around to sit at the back down on the couches with Haymitch, and Finnick lightly slaps my butt. I gasp and my mentor guffaws.

"So, Katniss." Finnick smile at each other. "We're gonna train you to be a whore." I turn to Haymitch, asking him with my eyes. He shrugs, telling me it was gonna happen eventually. I lightly hit him on the shoulder for that.

Finnick sighed. "So basically, I'm not gonna sugar-coat anything- you're gonna hate yourself for doing this, you're gonna try to justify it but it still won't feel right. You know how in the games, it was about surviving, not living? The games aren't over. They never will be." He takes a sip of the brown liquid from Haymitch's bottle. "Was that too harsh?"

"No," I tell him. "Thank you." I turn around to ask him a question. "Do the nightmares ever stop?"

"No." Both Haymitch and Finnick say at the same time. "Sleep well, sweetheart, you're gonna have a big, big day tomorrow. You start your job then."

I couldn't sleep at all, I kept being woken up to the mutts of Cato and Peeta and Rue. It took me a while to realize the screams I kept hearing were coming from my mouth. I decide to go for a walk. My first thought is to go to the roof, but that would remind me of Peeta. I decide to take the elevator down and before I know it, I'm going to the 4th floor. Finnick's sitting on the couch, still wearing his shorts. He's holding a mug of something, and appears to be shaking. I sit down next to him, and put my arms around him. I don't even know what he's upset over.

"Shh. It's gonna be okay." I push his hair out of his eyes, and stand up to get a blanket and put it around his arms.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks me. I nod. "Me neither. You know people think I'm some type of mass-murderer because I killed 7 people in the games. I still can hear their screams and I remember their faces. The boy from 2 refused to look me in the eyes, even in death. The girl from 5 cried and asked me to kill her. I hate it. The only things I wouldn't mind killing are fish."And Snow. He doesn't say it but I can tell he wants to.

"Do you ever get to go back home?" I ask him. I want to see Prim, and Gale. "I don't know how I'll explain it to them."

Finnick smiled. "Yeah. You do, but you have to go in and out of the Capitol throughout the year. And if you're smart you won't tell them. I told my family that most mentors try to talk to sponsors during the year to seal deals for their kids." I raise my eyebrows at him. "It is half true. Most of my 'dates' are more willing to sponsor my kids." I frown. At least someones benefitting from this. Prim. Mom. Gale. Hazelle. Vick, Rory, and Posy. That's why I'm doing this to keep them safe. They're my family, and I have to keep them alive.

A/N: te gusta? This chapter isn't my best, but I hope it's alright.