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

"Finnick," I barely whimper out as I shut my tear filled eyes, "Help me." He says nothing. I call his name again but I hear nothing.

"You'd think being in the Games would make you look less helpless," Snow says with an icy voice, "but that's ok, I like it this way." I open my eyes and see him smirking over me, pressing the knife to my neck. Please if you're going to kill me just get it over with… At least the Games granted me that much.

"Relax Miss Everdeen, I'm not going to kill you… Not this way." The look on his face is monstrous, I want to run and hide but I am pinned into a nightmare. Give me one good reason why I cannot die here?

Suddenly he is running the knife lightly across my neck, I screech out in pain as I feel my neck spill on me slightly,

"To be honest Girl on Fire… I just like to see people in pain," he says with an evil grin. It all sudden became too real, and the puzzle pieces fell into place. The first thing he said on the hovercraft was I want to see the pain in his eyes. He likes seeing people in pain… That's so twisted. It stings to talk but I helplessly stare up into his cold eyes to speak,

"Why?" Suddenly he takes the palm of my left hand, lightly starts carving my skin with his blade. I scream while Finnick blocks the sound out of his ears like Annie use to do. Snow then folds his blade into his pocket and bunches my hand into a fist, while he bends down to let his face touch mine

"Because, I like it." He then begins to kiss me and I force myself to kiss him back as I feel his fingers dig deep into my broken skin. He stops and licks his lips, getting up to walk away.

"Mr. Odiar… You know what to do," what does he know to do? I watch him stumble up and look me in the eyes, fear is evident in them but I know there is nothing we can do. We don't have a choice.

Finnick picks me up gently, carefully avoiding my cuts and lays me on President Snow's large, gaudy, velvet bed. I can feel my heart racing because I no longer feel safe I look in Finnick's eyes but only see pain.

"Finnick…" I softly mumble. He looks away and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his rope. I try to repeat his name again but find myself being tied to the gold bars of the bedframe above me. My hand hurts even more since it is now being tied, I feel helpless. Knowing I am trapped by the one thing that brought me peace… His rope.

I expect him to smirk and grab my hair darkly but instead he lets a tear fall down his cheek as he gets up to walk toward Snow. Finnick puts his head down and pulls on his clothing, letting it fall to the floor.

"Good," the ice king hisses, as he grabs Finnick by the jaw to push him effortlessly into a wall. I see Snow pull out his blade again,

"Finnick!" I scream, "Stop it! Please Stop! No! Finnick!" but it is no use. Snow flips him around and yells at him to put his hands on the wall, he obeys.

I watch helplessly.

Snow lowers his pants and smirks, fingering Finnick from behind. Finnick is crying but he makes no sound. I close my eyes to block it out then open them to Snow letting out a low growl while he slides himself into Finnick.

He begins pumping in him, causing an ecstasy of unwanted moans spill out of Finnick's mouth.

"Tell me you want more," he grimily sighs while grabbing the back of his neck.

Finnick's voice cracks again,

"I want more… Please let me be worthy to get more…"

President Snow laughs and switches his blade out, positioned to Finnick's back. Snow starts to fuck Finnick harder until he is crying out his name and that was when he drug his blade into his back. The cries of pain shattered my mind. Even though he was crying and bloody, Snow kept moving himself in him just as fast as he was cutting away skin from his back. I fought the rope,

"Finnick!" All I can do is cry as I watch the president take advantage of him senselessly while cutting away the flesh of his already scarred skin. I let out another cry as he stopped and let Finnick fall to the floor.

"Alight…" he turns his devilish smile toward me, "You're turn." I don't look at him approaching me, I am too focused on the tattered body shaking on the floor. Soon as I know it Snow is inches from my face and I know I can't escape.

"Oh you're going to enjoy this, Everdeen."

"Make me," I sigh in defeat. Snow cuts my underwear off then drops the knife to hold my sides between his icy hands. He positions himself near me then shoves himself into my weak, screaming body. That isn't enough for him, I see him reach in his pocket and pull a small red cylinder out… What is that?

It lights up.

Flames.

It's a lighter.

He begins running the flames across my skin as he purred Girl on Fire, no amount of tears could seize this pain. He then hold the lighter to stay lit with his thumb keeps it on my stoanch to allow the flames to lick my skin as he thrusts himself into me, "Mmmm, Girl on Fire." How you mock me. I don't look at my body, it burns, I loo into his cold eyes: ful of lust and revenge. All I can do is scream. This continues for a bit: the screaming, the trusting, the burning. My tears begin to dry. It's just work.

He pulls out and stares at me in the eyes,

"Open, Miss Everdeen." I obey, I will always obey. He empties himself in a long sigh not into my mouth by down my chin, letting it drip into my cuts and burns. I whimper out again. Snow pulls his couture pants back to his waist and picks the switchblade up, to cut me free and place it back in his pocket.

"You both have five minutes to get up and go to the room down the hall with the purple door, thank you very much for your time," he chuckles while stepping to exit the room. Saying goodbye by an evil curl of the lips affirming,

"It was worth every cent."