I remain silent, the burning on my skin has made my eyes puffy but I choose to hold my tongue. I turn my head to see the Ice King himself, gloating in all his fiery glory.

"What?" He laughs, "Say something Katniss my dear." I remain on mute and give him a hollow, empty stare back. He takes a step forward, flickering the fire between his fingers again, "Say something... Worth my time."

"You first." He raises an eyebrow and smirks, pondering the current thoughts he could say and taunt me with.

"You can't save them all," he hisses while waiting for my own secret for himself...

"Watch me."

"Over my dead body, you useless whore." I will make you eat those words. I will. I will... I slouch myself into a more comfortable position on the wall, the restraints on my wrists are starting to give me sore arms and I have nothing else to say. Suddenly, I feel the hard tug of fingers pulling my hair and I am forced to turn my head up and look into his cold eyes. He is waiting for me to cry... Or make a sound... But I just remain stoic and empty.

"Are the hollow ones the best?" he laughs while slowly ripping the skin away from my back. I do not scream, I do not flinch. I just look back into his eyes while trying to get through this. I am completely silent even with tears running down my face. I can feel the my skin getting punctured deeper, and deeper but I quiver and hold my breath.

"What's wrong, slut? Cat got your tongue?" Something like that... I can feel I am in the same pain Finnick endured, I look down to the floor and see the pool of red dripping from my skin to the floor. I hold my breath and just cry. "You're no fun when you're quiet..."

I feel the blade tear out of my skin and hear the footsteps fade away. I take a deep breath assuming all is safe now. Out of no where, I feel the sting of the gin hit my broken skin as it pours on me, causing me to scream and uncontrollably cringe in many ways.

"That's what I wanted to hear," he whispers while I loudly cry and whimper from the intense burning pain. Suddenly, he motions my back to be in a certain place and I feel more pain. The pain of being violated. I keep screaming for help but it is as if I am still on mute and no one in the world cares. I can feel the tears rush and the stinging of my body as he trusts himself violently into me. I do not think I can take much more of this.

The pain becomes much worse, the intense stinging pain turned into a real burning sensation that felt like death itself. I look back just enough to catch the glimpse of the lighter in his hand and realize what has just been done. Dripping in blood, sweat, tears, and alcohol, I feel him slip into me; then everything just goes black. Black... Am I dying? Am I... Safe now?

The feeling in my body is becoming nonexistent and my mind is going into null, the last thing I feel is Snow sliding himself into me again and the last thing I hear is a familiar male voice echo no not echo... Ring, "Katniss!" Fi-

Katniss.

Katniss.

Katniss.

I wake up, blurring back into reality, in the arms of Finnick. He stare is cold and concerned. You can tell he has been crying for hours... Or days. I roll my eyes around and see that we are in the familiar guest room at the President's estate. I am looking up toward him while analyzing my skin. I notice my back still burns but my face, chest, and arms look untouched. I was wiped down to Beauty Base Zero at some point I assume and was minorly fixed, "Finnick..."

He put his head on my forehead and whispered I love you. The breath of his voice was warm enough to give me life again but I chose to just lie motionless in his arms.

"Do you think about them?" He says.

"Everyday," I mumble, "Snow said... I can't save them all... And that is all I can think about. truth is, I think about them a lot."

"Do you think about him a lot too?" Peeta... I try not to cry and manage to whisper, "Yes, everyday." We remain silent for a few moments and then I look into his eyes. Tears are forming and starting to drip down his face, "Do you think about her too?"

"Every second."