Hellllo readers, I am sorry my chapters are shorter than usual. I have a lot of work so I try to update it atleast a little whenever I am free. Anyways, enjoy. And control yourselves.

I choked on the the air in my lungs at his words and forced myself to look him in the eyes, "What?"

"You heard me,"he grabbed my jaw with a slight quiver of the lips he repeated, "Shut up, whore."

I get up, unharmed from the minor fall and overanalyze ever moment... Is he joking? Is this pretend? Is this... Like.. Before? He said he loved me... He did.. Didn't he?

The green hair speaks, stopping Finnick from stepping near me again, "Good show, now show me how you two won the Games," he said while glancing in the far corner of the room. In that corner was an array of small knives, arrows, and wire. I knew what I had to do but I already thought too slow, Finnick wasted no time and without hesitation placed a dagger in his teeth, and dug two small knives into his skin as if it were a pocket. He let out a faint cry,

"10 minutes..." And changed forward. The green haired man made a comment about how self-infliction doesn't count and it caused him to have a fury break out of his eyes and into a snarl.

I couldn't think straight all I could remember was his slick voice saying lucky were allies, right? Where's that voice now? Suddenly, I am pinned against the wall but instead of what I was expecting, he hands me the dagger from his mouth, I take it questionably.

"Do it." he says, do what? "Cut me, just do it we are running out of time!" he screams. The green hair man laughed watching as he neared us,

"She obviously isn't doing anything, can we hurry up?"

Suddenly tears are running down his face and I feel a heavy pang of sadness, it is going to be like last time and I brace myself.

"Please Katniss." I hold the dagger, shaking in my palms. I can not be the one to hurt his perfect skin. I lightly graze it and watch blood trickle out. It scares me and causes a frenzy of emotions to return from the Games so I throw the knife past his skin (slicing him along the way) and into the floor. I saw a smile smirk as his eyes watered. 10 minutes.

He leaned in close to my head, grabbing a lock of my hair and then became parellel to my ear whispering,

"I'm sorry.."

Before I could process it, I felt a sting in my side then my leg, and then my stomach. I look down to see red gashes seeping through the fabric of my dress. Finnick's eyes became dark and emotionless as he began to slice the fabric from my skin. I was about to scream when he covered my mouth and glanced into mine for a moment to say, "Be scared, kitten."

Totally exposed, I was pinned against the wall and left to stare into his stormy sea eyes, he made little tick marks down my arm with one of the knives. He makes a sort of moaning sound as he flips his head back to listen to my screams. Suddenly the tall, green haired man's voice became louder, "Pass Miss Everdeen this way, you may continue as you please."

I was unable to think but the tears stung my face and all I could feel was the hard grasp of the mysterious man as Finnick threw me. I look up to see I am in the lap of the Joker and await my punishment, he smirks as if he wants me to want it.

"Please," I fakely entreat.

He smiles and hoist me so that my waist is in perfect symmetry with his I am able to close my eyes and handle feeling him slip into me until I feel the touch of a warmer skin grazing my back. I open my eyes and mumble,

"Finnick?" At that moment, I feel two kinds of hurt: The hurt of being violated by this man but also by Finn in the back, and the second hurt is the sting of the blades cutting my skin. All I can do is cry and listen to Finnick whimper, "I'm sorry."

"I'm done with her," the man says, "do as you will." and I am pushed off and into Finn once again, who takes no time to throw me back to the floor. His teeth are once again armed with a knife and ignoring weather or not he is crying of he is just sweaty.

"Come on whore," he laughs, "beg for me." I can feel my lips quiver as I am unable to speak in any tongue. I feel the cool sting of a blade again go from my neck to my belly and I scream please. Sometimes I wonder if he likes acting like a... No. I'm too much of mess to think straight.

He throws the knives into the walls and suddenly feel him pump into me as he screams my name. A final blast of euphoria escapes his lips and he stops. The green haired man smiles and nods and excuses us to leave.

My body is numb. My mind is blurry. My body is in pain. I look deadly up at Finnick and whimper, "is the Game over?"

Tears are filling in his eyes and he silently nods while scooping me off the ground.

I am carried out, feeling tender in his arms, and brought into a silver room. He lays me down on a table and I glace at my refection while being on the table... Every section possible of my skin had somekind of slash, cut, or gash. My neck was bruised. I was covered from head to toe. I was thankful because unlike Snow, finn didn't dig them into me. He was crying heavily in the corner, I look up and see him huddled just above my eyes in the dim area. His face is covering his eyes and his sobs are loud,

"Katniss, I'm sorry. I did it for them. I-"

"How many minutes do we get?"

"A day and a half."

Suddenly he is looking up at me with a half smile, "As soon as you're better we can see them."

I began to cry and half smile also,

"It's ok Finn, this was our choice." He smiled. We finally had a choice. The images of his angered face still sting my mind, I close my eyes as I hear Cinnia's voice echo into my mind,

"Oh dear... You two will be fixed in no time." I could hear Finnick sigh in relief but all I could think about was Prim, my mother, gale, and a big glass of rum.

And then, it softly went black.