Hey, so I edited a bit of Chapter nine during the train ride if you were a faithful that read the old version- you can look back or in summary: Finnick teaches Katniss how to act sexy for customers.

Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)

"Don't show fear," he affirms to me, "This is all a game to him, whatever you do don't show it." My voice is shaking, my eyes are watering and I wish I could look into Finnick's eyes and reassure him I can't,

"I-I can't," I barley speak out. We near the marble staircase again and Finnick sets me down hard below the steps, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to look back in his broken eyes,

"Listen to me Katniss," he pleads densely, "you have to. It's going to get scary; you have to listen to me. All he wants is a good game you just gotta-"

"Make it worth his time," I barely choke out. Finnick is fixing my hair out of my eyes and trying to calm me down.

"We'll be home soon," he says as his sea foam eyes drip streams of his salt water down his face, "It's only a nightmare darling, it's a victor thing." I nod my head and put on my best game face, holding Finn's hand as we gradually follow Snow up the hollow stairs. We pass Rosie's room and go down an elegant hallway, the stench of roses becomes thicker as we near a room guarded by two peacekeepers. Snow looks back at us and opens the door, holding it open as we drag ourselves inside. The peacekeepers shut immediately after our entrance and I hear the lock of a door.

"Do make yourselves comfortable," he says while sitting in the middle of a plush couch. Finnick hesitates but I refuse to look weak.. I kick off my stilettos and daringly walk to sit to the left of him. I wrap one leg over his left leg and my head rested on his shoulder. My arms are yarns for his touch as I lay my hands on him. I am not weak, I will show you a visage better than you've seen me play in the Games. Finnick smiles enchantingly and takes it as a sign to follow my lead and copy my pose on Snow's right side. Finnick's hands is moving over a part of his pants and he grins toward him,

"Better?"

He was about to speak again but I stupidly blurted out the only thing I can think of, "Tell us a secret." He looks at us unknowingly,

"Since we don't have anything here to gain and everything here to lose, tell us something to make it worth our time," I purr warmly. I mean he is a customer after all. Then it dawned on me; at this very moment Finnick and I are in control. We may only be here because we have to but he is using us on our time. He bought us and he has to pay. I repeat it again, "Make it worth our fucking time."

He turns to me sending me shivers down my spine, "Oh good idea Girl On Fire, I see lover-boy did teach you a few things of two," he says while running his hand on my thigh. I try not to flinch and smile back waiting for his response. He lets go and lays both of his arms on the back of the chair letting out a long sigh before beginning his sentence.

"I only killed half of your friends and family members." He laughs darkly as Finnick and I's mind get lost. I can feel my eyes glass over before I can control what I am saying,

"Which ones?!"

"You said a secret my dear, not secrets." My mind is racing which two people died…. Prim? Mother? Annie? Peeta? Gale? His brothers? His mother? Who died and why are any still alive?

"Which ones, damn it," I cry out in confusion. Then, at that moment I realized we were not in control any longer- he sees my weakness, "Never mind."

Snow smiles and motions Finnick and I to kiss, I do not hesitate and cease the moment to show that this secret was the first one that ever was made worth my time. Finnick grabs my face and we passionately make out in front oh his icy cold eyes. I pull him closer by the net of his outfit carefully try and untie it from his body.

"Alright, that is enough. Katniss do be a dear and stand in front of us," he hisses out. I get out of Finnick's grasp and stand in front of Snow, letting a smirk ignite across my face, "Now strip." I remember a video Finn showed me of a girl stripping and how it was sexy, and then he showed me how to do it. I'd laugh at that memory of him stripping for me if it wasn't for the predicament we were placed in right now.

So I begin, grabbing my neck and flipping my hair back. Moving my hands along the top of my outfit to let it gracefully cascade to the floor. I take a few steps forward ripping my bra off before I sit on President Snow lap to I run my hands up his arms and engulf him into a kiss. Your move Snow. The look on his face is priceless, his mouth formed a surprised circle and his eyes are wide with shock. He grabs my ass as to say it would be his pleasure and let his name escape my tainted lips. I see a flick of desire spark in his eyes and bit my lip for him.

Suddenly, he trashes me to the side of the couch to sit on top of me. My heart is racing not because he is on top of me but because he is holding a switchblade pressed against my throat.