I'm sorry for the lack of updates, I am really busy and had an emergency. Anyways, here it is. Enjoy. :)

I stared confused, lost, trying to grasp the moments I have slipped into being under Gale's grasp, "Why are you doing this?"

He dips his head below my neck and breathes in a lustful sigh, "It's all good business, Katnip." I choke out tears as his breath his my neck and I try to make any type of words as if I was a mute Avox and was completely helpless.

I could feel his warm lips on my skin and I thought about the moment he kissed me before the Games... What could of changed him so much? He looked in my eyes more apologetic this time and half smiled the way he use to toward me but still help me in his grasp, "I knew I could never have you Katniss... In every situation but this, I wouldn't be able to have you," he loosened his grip and stared into my eyes with a soft gaze, "It was all according to plan."

"Plan?" I coughed. Was he the boy I knew all along? Or was he just a capitol puppet.. Like us? He isn't one of us. He is a capitol mutt. He is not Gale. He is far from the Gale I knew back then.

"Yes... Plan," he smiled, "So, what's your plan?" he smirked, "Now that you're here... What is your plan? How does someone pay for the enjoyment of your time... Now that you're here?"

I put on my game face, trying not to let my eyes water over, and cracked a half smile fakely, "With secrets."

He turned his head and I pulled in a bit closer, "What about you," I glanced at the killer, "got any secrets worth my time?"

He twisted his lips and avoided my eyes and spoke in a slow quiet manner, "I regret nothing," he smirked; causing my eyes to burst and a rage to explode.

"Nothing? You killed everyone we love- You killed Peeta! In my arms! And you can't even feel guilty?" I broke in tears, as if his secret was just a known fact I should've seen coming. This was not the Gale I wanted, "How can you say that? How can you do this and feel nothing?" I scream.

He begins to move rhythmically on along my curves as he whispered in my ear, "To watch the only thing I ever wanted want someone else and play with my emotions is enough to make me feel nothing. There's nothing I wanted more than to feel nothing ever again."

He began to open his clothing and trace his fingers on my thighs; puling the fabric from my skin until his member was parellel to my exposed skin. He took a deep breath and in one sharp, painful movement was deep inside me, "Feelings are nothing," he whispered in a sigh. I choked out tears trying to neglect this situation but his body was all I could see... And I can tell it is going to haunt me.

He began to pull on my hair painfully until I was parelell to his face, "Come on Katnip, "he smirked, "Make it worth my time." I choked at the pain of his grasp and was forced to look in his emotionless, empty eyes with such rage and betrayal, "If looks could kill..." he smirked as he forced his way deeper into me. All I could do is whimper helplessly as he held me under his grasp. His hands were tense on my wrists and I could do nothing but look up toward him. He began saying my name in lustful sighs but I tried to shut it out in every way my mind could. It half worked until his grasp on me tightened and he grunted, "Say my name."

This whole situation seemed like it happen before and I recalled Finnick pulling my hair toward him and I began to cry Finnick in a desperate cry, over and over again. This angered him and I felt a sharp slap on my cheek before being asked again to say his name... I Kept whimpering Finnick.
"Finnick... Finnick... Finnick... Please," I cried. I could feel my wrists being squeezed against the frame of the bed and his palms. He took himself out and glared in my eyes, "Captiol sluts. That's all you-"

His sentence was cut short by a cough of blood out his mouth and I looked to see a trident has been plunged from behind into him. His grasp was instantly let off as he fell away from me. Behind him revealed a crying, exhausted Finnick, breathing heavily, "Whores. We're capitol whores." He looked toward me, who is shocked to my core, and says, "S-Sorry I'm late." I got up and felt a bit of relief knowing that Gale was given the karma he deserved. He cried my name a little and I glanced for a moment as his voice faded away, "Say hi to Peeta for me."

I tried to recapture my composure as I walked toward Finnick, thanks to him we still have a chance, "Let's go find Snow," I smirk.

I am the Mockingjay.

This is the our rebellion.

No one can stop us now.

We are more than Capitol Whores.