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Btw, this chapter is disturbing and has two curse words so I know that doesn't matter, but just a warning.
Clove's POV:
I lay at the feet of President Snow. I am wounded and in pain. The thick white bandages are wrapped around my elbows, but there is no pain medication given to me. I quickly and instinctively put a hand on my stomach. I am relieved when I feel my baby move, reassured that he or she is okay. Besides the bandages there is an IV in my arm and the heart monitor attached. I quickly come to my senses and rip out the needle. Who knows what the Capital put in the IV bag, it might very well me a poison to hurt/kill me or my baby. I also remove anything else that is attached to my body. Besides the clean bandages, everything else is dirty.
"How ungrateful, we try to help you and you disregard it," Snow says bitterly, looking at me as if I were a wounded animal. I don't even answer, trying to remove the ropes that hold me to the cold metal bed. The President snaps his fingers and three peacekeepers march over to us. Two of them remove the ropes, and one of them holds a gun, making sure I don't do anything. Then when I'm untied the three escort me towards a cell, but before I leave the room, I send a glare over to Snow. When I enter the cell I see two women. The first one is one I recognize, Johanna Mason. She is laid down on the bed, but gets up when I enter. She's wearing all white. Her hair is brushed and she is clean. The other woman I recognize, Annie Cresta. Her brown hair is also brushed and she is wearing identical clothes to Johanna. She's curled up on the ground, looking at the wall. She is irresponsive when I walk in. The peacekeepers shove me into the cell, resulting in me tripping and falling on the cold, hard cement floor. Johanna rushes over and helps me up. I thank her and she nods. Annie looks over at me with her sea green eyes, then looks away. The peacekeepers close the door and the distinctive sound of a lock being closed echoes in the small room. I look around the small space. There are no beds and no windows. On the door there's a little flap so food can go in and out. There is a wall in between the main room and the bathroom, and I'm thankful for that. There is also a basin to wash hands in. However, there is no mirror, they're probably afraid we night knock our heads into the glass.
"It shouldn't have been you," Johanna murmurs. I look over at her and sit down next to her.
"What do you mean?" I ask, wanting to know more.
"You shouldn't be here, you should have led the rebellion, with Cato," Johanna says, looking at me straight in the eyes. The rebellion was no surprise, but the mention of Cato made me have to ask.
"Is Cato alright?" I ask concerned.
"Yes. Before the Capital captured me, I saw Cato being carried up by the rebel plane."
"At least Cato is okay. What have they done to you two?" I ask, looking Annie over to see if she had any visible scars.
"Surprisingly nothing. They give us food twice a day and occasionally take us out of the cell to be showered," Johanna says, looking at my dirty clothes.
"They didn't torture or abuse you?" I ask surprised.
"No. However, I'm not sure about you. They should have cleaned you and given you new clothes," Johanna observes.
"I bet Snow just wants to torture me," I say, resting my head against the wall.
"Clove, listen. Don't give any information about the rebellion to Snow," Johanna says seriously, looking me in the eyes.
"Of course I wouldn't, I would never," I reassure her. She just nods. "Johanna, I know we started off on the wrong foot, and I'm sorry," I say seriously. She looks shocked to hear this.
"Wow, a career apologizing? This is new," she says smiling, "it's fine. I'm sorry too."
"Annie?" I ask, calling over the other girl. She looks up and walks over to us, sitting in front of me. "Are you okay?" I ask her.
"I'm okay. Have you heard from Finnick?" she asks quietly.
"No I haven't," I say, she just nods sadly and rests her head on the wall.
"You're pregnant," Johanna says.
"Yes," I say, not sure where this was leading.
"How far along are you?" she asks.
"I honestly don't know" I say, rubbing my swollen stomach. All of a sudden the door opens and 2 peacekeepers walk in. They walk over and roughly pull me up and carry me out of the door. They put a blindfold over my eyes, making sure I don't know where we're going. It feel like forever until they remove the blindfold.
"Clove," I hear a gold voice say.
"Snow."
"Shall we agree not to lie to each other?" he asks.
"Yes, it'll make this quicker," I say, venom in my voice.
"Good. Now, where are the rebels?" he asks.
"I don't know," I say, fire in my green eyes.
"Clove, we said we wouldn't lie," he says, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"I'm not lying, I don't know," I say.
"Marcus," Snow says. I look over at a young peacekeeper who starts to walk towards me. He holds he down and other peacekeepers tie me to the chair. "Now, where are they?" he shouts.
"I don't know!" I yell back. This seems to piss him off.
"Emile," he shouts. A peacekeeper runs over and hands him a knife. "Now, girl with the knifes, don't lie. Where are they?" he screams.
"I don't know!" I scream back. I see a fire lit in his eyes and his dark eyes get darker. He smiles sickly and advances slowly towards me.
"I told you not to lie," he says, then he takes the knife and slits my cheek with it. I want to scream, but I can't give him that satisfaction. I feel my blood running down my face, dripping into my lap, adding to the dried blood on my clothes. He looks dissatisfied that I didn't scream and unexpectedly stabs the knife in my thigh until the whole blade is inside. I bite my lip to muffle the scream so much that I taste my blood.
"WHERE ARE THE REBELS?" he screams at me.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I scream back, a single tear falling down my eyes from the pain. With the knife still in my leg, he twists it. I scream loudly from the shock and pain. He smiles sickly and he continues twisting the knife in my flesh. Another blood curling scream escapes my mouth even though I try to hold it in. I take a quick glance down at my leg. The knife is still buried into it, but not being twisted anymore. Blood is cascading down my thigh from the wound. Snow pulls out the knife and smiles at the blood staining it. He leans down and whispers in my ear.
"Now tell me Clove, where are the rebels hiding?"
"I don't know," I say through gritted teeth. When he pulls away I spit in his face. My spit is covered in blood and he's furious.
"Hold her up," he orders to the peacekeepers standing around. They obey and quickly untie me, holding me in a standing position. I feel weak and light headed from my leg, but I make sure to conceal my pain. I glare at Snow.
"I know you and Cato have an unborn child. What if I "accidentally" made you miscarry? How heartbroken and devastated would he be?" President Snow asks. Suddenly I'm scared.
"You wouldn't," I say.
"You don't know me too well, because I would," he says. "Gloves," he orders. The nearby peacekeeper hands him black gloves with silver spikes. He smiles as he puts them on. "Hold her so she doesn't fall." He then proceeds to kick me and punch me. Many blows come to my face and arms. Every hit I feel the spikes digging into my flesh. He kicks me in both knees, making me limp. The peacekeepers struggle to hold me up as I loose any control I had to stand. When the hits stop coming I look at the President. His eyes show glee. My eyes dart down towards the gloves, which are now bloody. The peacekeepers release me and I fall to the ground, making sure I protect my swollen stomach. Even though I'm in so much pain I still defiantly look up at Snow, making him frown.
"Still have a fight in you? We'll see about that," he says as he picks up a whip.
Johanna POV:
Clove has disappeared from the room about 1 hour ago. The walls of the rooms are thick, but I can sill hear her occasional screams and her yelling at Snow that she doesn't know where they are. Snow knows she doesn't know, but he continues hurting her. I comfort Annie. She's upset by all of the screaming and she's rocking back and forth covering her ears. While Clove is tortured, food is delivered to us. I eat with Annie, but we're both careful to save some for Clove. I freeze when I hear the sound of a whip being brought down and then a blood curling scream following. Tears form in my eyes as I think of the poor girl who is now being tortured. The whip keeps coming and the screams continue to follow until they finally stop. Finally, the door creaks open and Clove is thrown into the room. I stare up at the peacekeepers, whose outfits were stained with her blood. Luckily her back hits the floor and not her stomach. I gasp as I see the bloody mess in front of me. I rush over to her and kneel down. Her blood is all over. I take her pulse, it's strong, she'll be alright. Annie comes over too and together we use the water we have and wash her up. We start with her face. It's all torn up and bloody. However, there are no deep cuts so its not that bad. Next we went to her chest and arms. It was basically the same as her face. We check her stomach next. Thankfully when we feel her abdomen, we feel the baby. Luckily they didn't harm him or her. Now we had to see her back. Annie took her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position. Now I could have a clear view of her back. It was bloody and raw. I traced by fingers against the whip marks that would not doubt become scars. We bandaged it up as much as we could. Lastly we did her legs. Her left leg was coated in her thick blood. Me and Annie ripped our shirts into strips and we dunked them in water and cleaned her leg. We found an enormous cut. It was deep and circular, bigger than our thumb. The blood wouldn't stop and we knew that she would die of infection or bleed to death.
"HELP!" I scream. I continue to scream until a peace keeper comes over to us, gun raised.
"What?" He asks.
"Clove has a deep cut in her leg. If it's not seen by a doctor she will bleed to death or die of infection. I know that if she died, President Snow would not be happy, especially if he knew that she could have been alive if it weren't for you or your ignorance," I say convincingly. Thankfully, he called for a doctor and Clove got stitches. Me and Annie lift her up and place her away from her blood stains on the floor. I could hear the quiet snores of Clove. I stood up and looked at her. She was a mess, bloody and raw. I'll admit it, she was beautiful. But now with the beating that she had to endure, her face would be covered in scars. Me and Annie lay next to Clove all night, making sure that she was okay until morning.
Clove POV:
It became a sick routine. When I woke up from my first beating, I was sore all over and bloody. My clothes were ripped and my skin was raw. Surprisingly my leg had gotten stitched up and gauzed, so it was okay. When I first woke up I immediately put a hand on my large stomach, and sighing in relief when I felt my unborn child move. Johanna and Annie helped me walk and re-celan my cuts. About an hour later, 2 peace keepers came in. One of them held two platters filled with food. My stomach churned when I smelled it, I was starving. But then I realized that there were only 2 plates and there were three of us. The second peace keeper dragged me to the other side of the small room and held me as the first one gave the food to Annie and Johanna.
"Why doesn't she get food?" Johanna asked the first peacekeeper.
"Just shut up and eat," he says, raising his gun. Johanna quickly eats and they both finish their plates while I'm being held back against my will. But I'm to weak to fight and I just sit there. Finally when they finish, the first peacekeeper gives me a chicken leg. I grabbed it and ate it savagely, still hungry when it was finished. My stomach growled, but the peacekeepers didn't care and walked out, locking the door.
"I'm sorry Clove, we had to eat," Annie says quietly.
"It's okay I understand," I say, weakly smiling.
"Clove, rest. You look exhausted and you have to heal your wounds," Johanna says. I didn't protest and I fell asleep. To soon, the door opened again and two peacekeepers walked in and dragged me out of the room. I got put in a different room this time and President Snow appeared.
"You look wonderful Clove," he laughs. "But now, where is Cato?" he asks more seriously.
"I don't know," I snap. President Snow strides over to me and slaps me across the face, then he grabs my chin to make me look him in the eyes.
"Where are they?" he asks again.
"I told you, you bastard, I don't know," I spit at him. He wipes his face and smiles sadistically.
"Too bad for you Clove because if you did know, you wouldn't have to go though this torture," he says.
"I don't know where they fucking are! Don't you fucking understand?" I yell at him. He punches me in the face and then orders his peacekeepers to tie me to a metal bed. Once I'm on it and tied he reveals a flaming wooden stick.
"I told you not to lie," he says, then he starts burning. He starts with my legs. He hold the flame close enough that I would have to endure an immense amount of pain, however not enough to kill me. I scream and scream, not caring whether he likes it or not. I could smell burning flesh as he moved the flames against my legs. After what felt like forever he stopped. Agony stayed with me as the skin on my legs still hurt.
"20 whips for spitting," he tells the peacekeeper. He nods and walks towards me.
"Stand up!" the head peacekeeper commands. I don't answer. My legs were burned, how could I? The other peacekeepers hold me up as the whip makes contact with my skin. I go in and out of consciousness as the whip continues to come down. I scream. I start to scream Cato's name, even though I knew that he wouldn't be able to save me. Finally, blackness takes over.
The same routine happens every day. I would barley have anything to eat, be tortured for the whole day, then have a small dinner and fall asleep. Sometimes I black out from the torture that I don't eat. I know that this is bad for me and the baby, but I am happy every day when I feel her or him moving inside of me. I continue to think of escape plans, but I'm to big that I can't run that fast. Even if I wasn't pregnant, I would be to weak with the abuse I take. Johanna and Annie always help me in the morning when I wake up in agony and they're always comforting me. After one session where I was being beaten up, I was able to stay conscious throughout all of it. When I was lead back into my cell, I over heard two peacekeepers talking.
"When is the bombing sir?" one asks.
"In two days, we will be bombing District 13," District 13? That was destroyed.
"At what time?"
"At noon,"
"Thank you sir." The peacekeeper said then they stopped talking. When I was put in my cell again, the only think I could think was, I had to alert them.
Please please please reviews. I know I haven't wrote in a while so I hope this long chapter makes up for it. I know that this chapter was upsetting, but I had to write it to show what was going on in the Capital. Review if you want the next chapter in Cato's POV, Cloves POV, or both.