Prompt: Finnick's first client … his first time being sold.

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of the rape of a minor

Finnick clung tightly to Mags. Since his appointment earlier that day with the president, he hadn't wanted to leave his mentor's side. Now that it was time for him to go and meet with his first client, he couldn't bring himself to let go. "Mags, I don't want to go, please don't make me."

Mags looked over the fourteen-year-old with tears in her eyes. She wished she could help him, but there was nothing she could do. "I wish I could, dear, but this is up to you."

"I'm pretty sure Snow's already made that choice," Finnick replied.

She shook her head. "No, you have to make this decision. Do you want to go with your client, or do you want to risk Snow hurting the people you love?"

He knew it was the same choice he had been presented with in Snow's office, but somehow, the way Mags phrased it made him feel more in control. Finnick took a deep breath. "I want to keep my family safe," he said. If he could survive the Arena, he could live through this.

Mags stroked his hair. "I'll wait up for you. I wish this didn't have to happen, Finnick." She gave him one last kiss on the cheek.

Finnick stepped away from his mentor and straightened his shoulders. "See you later."

Mags watched as he left, then collapsed onto the couch and cried. She had seen this happen to far too many of her victors, watched as the strong young men and women she mentored were reduced to commodities. The emotional trauma these victors suffered should not be forced on anyone.

The elevator made a pleasant ringing sound as it reached the penthouse level. Finnick stepped off of the elevator to find a pink woman waiting for him. He supposed that she was technically a woman with skin and hair that were dyed pink, but right now that didn't matter. "Oooh, Finnick!" she squealed, running to squish him in a tight hug. "I've been waiting forever to see you again! How have you been?"

Wait, he'd met this woman before? Suddenly, he began to doubt his ability to do this. The seeming anonymity of it all had been so comforting. Finnick couldn't imagine running into the people who had hurt him again in public. He could feel his heart start to beat faster, but he forced himself to answer. "I've been fine, but I think my life just got better," he said in the most seductive voice he could muster. The woman giggled and practically dragged him into her bedroom.

She sat down on the massive bed, which was covered in the same garish shade of pink as her hair and skin. The woman waited for a moment. "Well, come on, what are you waiting for?" she said impatiently. Finnick had no idea what she wanted him to do. "Take your clothes off and get over here!"

He hurried over to her, stripping as he moved. Snow had made it very clear that he must keep his clients happy. Finnick sat down next to the pink woman, feeling more exposed than ever before. She traced a path down his chest to his hips, and Finnick resisted the urge to flinch as her claw-like nails drifted across his penis. "What a beautiful boy," she said, smiling at him. Finnick weakly smiled back. "Unzip?" the woman gestured to the back of her shiny pink dress. He pulled down the zipper, and the woman stepped out of the garment.

For the first time in his life, Finnick was confronted with a nude woman. He could feel his cheeks burning and he wanted to avert his eyes, but instead he closed the distance between them and kissed her. The woman sighed in pleasure and guided him backwards towards the bed. She pushed him down onto his back and straddled his waist. Finnick started to panic as her hand moved to his hip. He pulled her down for another kiss to mask his nervousness. The woman brought his hands to her breasts, and he kneaded them, earning a gasp from her when he pinched the nipple.

She broke the kiss and hoisted herself up, her smile cat-like as she lowered herself onto his erection. Finnick's eyes clamped shut at the sensation. It didn't feel bad, but the thought of the woman above him made Finnick want to vomit. He focused on calming his stomach as she moved against him, only opening his eyes again when they were both finished. Finnick hated his body for enjoying this woman's attentions when his mind knew that what had just happened was wrong. He gathered her up in his arms and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder for a few minutes while he watched the clock, willing his appointment to be over.

The instant the clock read two a.m., he moved out from underneath her. Finnick quickly gathered his clothes and dressed before staggering out of her apartment. He smiled weakly at the Avox elevator operator as he asked for the ground floor. He made it all the way to the lobby before he vomited.

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