Despite what you may read in the future and infer it will always be a Katniss/Finnick pairing! Enjoy and review! 3

Our cries were a fix of angst and hurt, I stumbled down the stairs but was stopped by peace keepers at my sad attempt. Finnick on the other hand thrashed heavily through them making it in arms length from Annie,
"Annie!" he cried, his voice was so broken it could shatter time, "Annie, Annie, Annie…Annie.." he stuttered and reached out for her and was stopped short by the grasp of four peace keepers. "Let go of me!" He kept moving until he knew it was useless and gave up, the Capitol was broadcasting it on he screens showing his tears glisten down his face.

He was dragged back up the steps to our seats and we watched them below, their eyes were puffy and Finnick and I were nothing but a mess.
We did not even get to speak to them and before we knew it they carriages rolled away and they were gone. The crowds piled out and we sat on stage, unable to process the moments that have just passed.
"K-Katniss…" I do not speak. I feel like we are still in the hovercraft and everything is broken again.

"Katniss," I feel a shake but I ignore it and fall to the ground and sob uncontrollably.
Finnick's voice subsides and I can hear him sob too, "He should've just killed them, I should've—" his cries become louder and we hear an icy voice begin to speak…

"Get up. You have things to do, places to be…" I look up and see Snow gleaming with achievement.
"No," Finnick mumbles. Snow raises and eyebrow and stares down at us,
"If you do what you are told you can have more time with them."
His eyes shot up, "I can… See her?"

I break into tears and also mumble in a sad hope, "See them?"
"Yes, do your jobs and you can have them for a bit longer…" He laughs coldly, "I thought you'd be use to this by now…." He walks away. I stare at the ground and cry a bit more.
"Get up," Finnick sighs, "we have a job to do." I get up and we walk with his support and walk into the Great Hall that we have been staying in. We are motioned to down the hallway and into a dim room with a stage and crowd of people. They cheer at our entrance; we emptily step forward until we are forced on stage.
"We are starting the bidding at $500,000," says a cheery voice in the air.
"$550."
"$560"
"$580."
"$650."
I see the man with green hair speak up and cause the room to silent… "2 million."
No one speaks then we hear it, "Sold. To Mr. Macarth for 2 million!"
We now understand what just happens and I scarily stare into Finnick's eyes, "No…"
He shelters me in his chest and we remain silent on stage before getting the courage to walk off toward the green haired man. Finnick purs and kisses his hand, "hello sir, how may we be of service?" even in his broken state he is able to act but I am far less skilled. He tilts his head and takes me by the hand, Finnick follows. We are lead to the elevators and enter in silence.

"Smile you two, it's like you seen a ghost…" we glare as if he didn't know what we know, "I heard your problem… What would you do to spend a whole day with them? Maybe more?"
"Anything," we both choke out. He smiles. I swallow my breath and look deeply into his eyes, grasping his shirt in my finger tips as I stare inches away from his face, "Give us a secret worth our time…"
Finnick smirks and sighs warmly breathing heavily in as if he was about to moan, "Oh please do make it worth our time sir."
The man only laughs and then speaks softly, "Secret? I hear the tributes live in the same building as you two for the time being…" our eyes open wide and we graciously accept and kiss both side of his face.

The door opens and we are pulled out into a red gaudy bedroom, Now for the fun part," Mr. Macarth says, "For every lovely bruise, every cut, every selfish blow you give, I will allow both of you to see your loved ones for 5 minutes… 5 times…Oh 20 gashes is about.. 2 hours for each of you. Make it intimate but don't be selfish. After all, I paid good money for this." You're money is useless to us.

I look up at Finnick who is already starting to unbutton his jacket and shirt. His eyes fixed darkly on me as if his life depended on it.
"Finnick?"

He says nothing and continues to strip while giving me the same hallow stare with teeth snared, "Shut up whore."
And then.
Suddenly, I figure out we are in survival mode.