Massive trigger warning for this one. It has extremely dark themes, including PTSD, and very much implied SA.
District 6 female - Cindy Trimmers, 18
I threw up a minute after the girl from four died. Hearing the loud announcement of "the winner of the 25th annual hunger games" made my head hurt. I was told to exit the cornucopia, by the same announcement voice, and I crawled toward the exit of the cornucopia, feeling like if I tried to stand I would pass out. I already felt like I was going to pass out as I crawled out. When I was out it was somehow daylight, which I didn't understand.
There was an airship there, hovering just above the ground, and my mentor was there, helping me into it. The door to the airship closed and I could no longer see the arena. My mentor helped me up and they took me to some sort of bed, which I was glad about because I wanted to fall asleep. There were beeping noises and doctors all around me, and they were unwrapping my arm, and then putting a needle into me, which made my vision blur and all my consciousness was gone.
When I woke up, I was in a bed in the training centre hotel. My arm was wrapped in a proper bandage, and my neck didn't hurt anymore. My clothes had also been changed from my arena clothes into dark blue, silk pyjamas. The window across from the bed I was in outlooked the Capitol, and I could hear loud celebrations from all around. The sounds made my head hurt, so I closed my eyes again, trying to block them out.
"Can't go back to sleep yet, Cindy," I heard, and I turned my slowly to the door of the bedroom. My mentor stood at the door, his arms crossed. "You've got a big day today."
"Big day?" I repeated.
"You have an interview, with Thaddeus Flickerman," he told me. "We've got to get you ready, you've been passed out for the past two days, and the Capitol eagerly wants to hear from you."
"Oh," I said. "Can't I just go home?"
He shook his head, "Come on, your stylist is waiting for you."
He helped me out of my bed, and I remembered when he'd stared at me awkwardly on the train, and immediately told him not to help me. The old me would have raged, killed him, but I didn't have that sort of energy at the moment. It felt like I'd never have any energy for anything ever again. I hated feeling weak.
I managed to get out of bed and follow my mentor out to the hall where my stylist and escort were waiting for me. A dress was lying on the sofa, waiting for me.
"Cindy, congratulations!" my escort, Kian, said to me, beaming and holding out his arms for a hug. I stayed put, I wasn't a hugger.
"I don't want to wear a dress," I said, crossing my arms.
"Well, that's what you have to wear," Kian responded.
"Well I'm not wearing it."
"It's just one night, Cindy," my mentor told me.
I opened my mouth to argue back, but my stylist put her hand behind my back, to lead me to the bathroom to get ready. I was allowed to spend however long I wanted in the shower, she told me, and I was to wash my hair well. I hadn't showered at all since the night of my last interview, the night before I went into the arena. I must have smelt awful.
When I was alone in the bathroom, I took a look at myself in the mirror for the first time in over a week. My hair was disgusting - a matted, dark mess with frizz built up at the top. I removed the pyjamas I'd been dressed in and then the bandage on my arm. The cut had been stitched up and cleaned well. I ran the water of the shower then stepped under the hot water. It stung so much on my arm that I let out a cry of pain and felt my vision blur and it felt like the knife was going through it again and it hurt it hurt it hurt….
I opened my eyes, looking up to see the water running above me. My head was throbbing and spinning. My arm felt like it was on fire and it hurt to get to my feet. I couldn't even use my left arm to push myself up - it was practically useless.
"I reckon I should take pleasure in that Career girl, you know. Before I kill her. Enjoy torturing her and more. Haven't felt that sort of pleasure in a while."
"You mean, like… without her consent?" Carmilla looked puzzled.
"FUCK YOU, GEORGE!" I was screaming, suddenly, and I was punching the wall of the shower, over, over, over, screaming, screaming, screaming, and then the boy from twelve was in front of me, laughing in my face, holding his knife, and I screamed more.
"Cindy!?" I heard the stylists's voice from outside the bathroom, opening the door just a crack.
"Go away!" I shouted, pulling my fist away from the wall. My knuckles were red and covered in blood now. I heard the door close again and the footsteps of the stylist walking away, and I found myself crying. Why was I crying? I didn't cry.
I got up and squirted a generous amount of shampoo into my palm, then emulsified it and massaged it into my scalp. It felt nice until some of the shampoo ran down my wrist and into my wound, and the pain was nauseating, and I was throwing up and it stunk and I stunk and I began to sob because I'd never been in this much pain ever.
"Why are you so mad at me, Cindy, calm down. She won't even remember it because I'll kill her after I do it. Plus the Capitol wants a show, don't they?"
My hands were shaking and I squat down, everything blurry. I rinsed out the shampoo and tried taking deep breaths. I hadn't expected the arena to affect me like this - it made me feel weak, having a meltdown in the shower like this. It was a combination of the pain in my arm and the anger I felt at George and how, while I was a murderer, there were people I killed who did nothing wrong. I only ever killed for a purpose, for revenge on people who would hurt me or stand around and watch something awful happen. But most of them in there were good people who didn't perv on anyone.
I didn't care about any of them, exactly, but I had a crushing feeling of stress about the whole situation. What if I hadn't allied with George and he'd done that awful thing to the girl from two? What if I hadn't been there to stop it?
I conditioned my hair and washed my body quickly, then turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and looked at the foggy mirror. I couldn't see my reflection anymore. I looked down at my stitched up arm, the pain made me feel as if I was going to pass out.
My stylist came into the bathroom with a stool, telling me to sit down. It was awkward, but I sat down in front of her with my towel wrapped around my body, and she brushed out my wet hair.
"You've got beautiful curls," she said to me as she brushed out my knots. "President Snow wants her hair straight tonight, but I think your natural hair is too beautiful for that."
"I don't care," I said bluntly, and she began running product through my hair. She tried it with a blowy thing - I knew this was some kind of blow dryer that rich people had. It took her a while to dry my hair, but once it was completely dry she pinned it back, leaving a few loose curls to frame my face.
She then put makeup on my face - the same sort of base she'd put on me during my interview, and she put false lashes over my eyes this time, which felt weird and uncomfortable.
"And now for the most important part of your face…" she said, opening a black tube, and a red lipstick twisted out of it. She put it on my lips and then wiped the condensation off of the mirror so I could see myself. I looked pretty, but not like myself. I didn't like the way the red lip looked on my face, so I told my stylist.
"I don't like it."
"It's just for one night, Cindy, now come on," she said, helping me up. I felt dizzy as I stood.
She waxed my legs and under my arms, and plucked my eyebrows. And then, in the bedroom I'd slept in, she helped me into the dress. It was black, with golden trimming all around it. The dress was strapless, the top of it starting just an inch above my nipple, so my cleavage was on fully display, and the bottom of it ending halfway down my thigh, and, as if it wasn't revealing enough, there was a slit down the side of my thigh, so high that if it was just an inch higher my underwear would have been on show.
"I don't like it," I said again as my stylist zipped up the back for me.
"Well, it's what Snow wanted you to wear," she told me, placing her hands on my shoulders. I was stood in front of a mirror with her behind me, and we both looked into it.
"Well, I'm not wearing it."
"Cindy, please," she said, "it's just for a few hours."
"No," I said, unzipping it and moving to get out of it, but she stopped me. "I'M NOT WEARING IT!"
My mentor and escort came into the room then, startled by my screaming.
"What's going on?" Kian asked, with a tone of shock.
"She doesn't like her dress," said my stylist.
"Then get her a different one?" my mentor suggested.
"This is the one Snow insisted she wears."
"Seraphina, come on, it doesn't matter, just get her one of your millions of dresses," he responded, but my stylist, Seraphina, shook her head.
"I'm telling you, Snow insisted…"
"Cindy, what's the matter with your dress?" Kian asked. "I think it's lovely. The Capitol will love it!"
I didn't like it because it showed off everything and it would be just like at home where men would harass me and I'd get so angry, but I couldn't do anything about it here because it was the Capitol and no one could get away with anything in the Capitol.
"I'm not wearing it," I said, stubbornly.
"Yes you are, it's one night," Kian told me, and Seraphina zipped the dress back up.
"NO!" I screamed, tugging at the dress, trying to force it off, but Seraphina had done something to it to make it so I couldn't unzip it. "I - want - it - off!"
I let out a loud scream as I tugged and tugged at it, unable to do anything.
"GET IT OFF!" I screamed in Seraphina's face. "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!"
"Cindy!" Kian scolded me. "You're acting like a child! It's just a dress!"
I felt like a child. Because it was children that got sent to the Hunger Games, and I was sent to the Hunger Games, so that made me a child.
"I'M NOT WEARING IT!" I screamed, and I stormed out of the bedroom and toward the dining space. I grabbed plates from a drawer and began throwing them all towards the wall, screaming each word as I threw, "I - AM - NOT - WEARING - IT!"
"Cindy!" Kian hissed, as they followed me out to the dining space. He grabbed both my arms and when he touched the wound on my left arm I let out a piercing scream of pain and dropped to my knees. Then he was kneeling above me and holding my arms and he was the boy from district 12 and not my escort and he was holding a knife and I let out an even louder scream, so loud that my throat felt hoarse.
"Make her stop!" I heard Seraphina begging and I looked up at her, she was covering her ears, and Kian was beside her and it was my mentor beside me now, not Kian, and not the boy from district 12 anymore.
"It's okay…" he said, looking at me. I could see the recognition in his eyes. He'd been through this too, after his own games. But then he looked down from my eyes to the ridiculous amount of cleavage that was showing and this was the reason I didn't want to wear this dress. And then I was pushing him away and screaming again.
"Why is she chucking a tantrum over a dress?" I heard Kian say.
"I told you that you should just let her pick something she would like!" my mentor hissed. "Look at her - she's fucking psychotic."
Psychotic. That's what they'd called George, Ezekiel, Carmilla and I. Maybe they all were. But I wasn't going crazy. I was angry. I was angry that they were making me wear something I didn't like. I was angry they wanted me to wear something that was obviously sexual and would make people stare at me and sexualise me and everything I'd hated since I was a small girl.
And that anger came out in my screaming. I would scream and kick and cry like a spoilt child until they told me I could wear something else.
"Cindy, please," I heard my mentor say. "Please it's what Snow wants you to wear - apparently he was very insistent on it. Please, just wear the dress."
"I don't care what Snow wants!" I shouted.
"Cindy, please, he'll… he'll… Cindy, please," he sounded on the verge of tears. "Please Cindy, he'll torture you until you do what he wants."
"I'll torture him," I said through gritted teeth.
"Cindy… what that boy did to your arm," he said to me, "think about that but ten times worse."
No, no, no, no… I thought, feeling myself begin to shake. It made my arm throb and then the district 12 boy was there again hurting me and George was saying what he wanted to do to the district 2 girl and I was screaming.
It took them almost three hours to calm me down. I wouldn't stop screaming, and throwing stuff, breaking stuff, saying I didn't want to wear the dress, hearing George say the horrible things he wanted to do, seeing the District 12 boy hurt me.
Once I'd been calmed down completely, it was almost time for my interview. Apparently they'd known I was going to have some sort meltdown, which is why they'd gotten me ready with so much time to spare. But after the huge amount of time it took for them to calm me down, I had to be on stage in five minutes. I didn't want to wear the dress, but after what my mentor had said about the torturing, I would do it. They'd told me the schedule of the night - my interview would begin at seven and go for about ten to twenty minutes, and then there'd be a party with the people of the Capitol and me that would go all night. Apparently this party was special because it was a Quarter Quell.
We arrived backstage for the interview, and Seraphina took me into a dressing room to touch up my makeup. There were mirrors everywhere and I hated it. I hated my dress so much that I felt like I may scream again and literally kill someone, but the word torture torture torture kept going through my head.
And then before I knew it I was on stage and I was supposed to talk to Thaddeus and he was beaming at me and looking at my chest and I felt so angry.
"Wow, Cindy! Don't you look beautiful as ever!" he said, smiling at me but he wasn't looking at me he was looking at my body and I wanted to stab him but I couldn't I couldn't I couldn't.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Well, I'll start by saying, congratulations, of course," he said, and I stifled a smile. "An extremely impressive kill count of seven! How did you feel, killing those tributes, Cindy?"
"I felt like I was one step closer to the win," I said, putting on a smile, the thought of getting any part of my body sliced open again forcing me to continue speaking. I wanted out of this dress - it was suffocating.
He asked me a bunch of questions - about my life back in District 6, about my time in the arena. And then he played a recap of the games and I got mad when I saw George talking about the girl from two - I clenched my fists beside me, wanting to scream, destroy the screen, destroy everyone here who sat there and just let it happen.
After my interview I was led into a large dining hall, along with everyone who was in the audience. Loud music played and it was deafening, and there were people and food and bright lights everywhere. And all these people did nothing to stop crime anywhere and I hated them all. I wanted to kill them all and I was so angry.
"Would you like a drink?" A man from the Capitol was asking me. He was in his mid-twenties, and grinned at me. I made eye contact with my mentor who was just ten metres away from me, and he was shaking his head frantically.
"No thanks, I don't drink," I responded, coldly.
"I can get you something non-alcoholic," he said, winking at me.
"I said no," I hissed, then turned away from him. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I wanted to hit someone - hit the person who was next to me when the man tried to get me a probably spiked drink. The person who would just stand there and let it happen. But the word 'torture' kept swirling through my head and I felt sick.
I was walking towards my mentor when someone put their hand on my shoulder, and I turned around to face him. A small man in his early to mid-thirties with bright blonde hair and snake-like eyes. President Snow.
"Would you care to dance with me, Cindy?" he asked, and I felt myself freeze up. Torture you, torture you, torture you.
"OK," I said, and he held my hand up and put his other hand on my back.
"I'm very sorry about what happened to your arm," he said dryly, moving in some sort of dance move, and I just followed what he was doing because I didn't know how to dance.
"It's fine."
"There's something I want to discuss with you, Cindy."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Come with me." He led me out of the dining hall and into a small office, closing the door behind him. I felt my heart rate increase, and took a step back from him. Was he going to torture me now?
"I wore the dress," I said, "I did what you said, see?"
"Yes, and I'm glad you wore it," he said, smiling. "Cindy, I don't know if you know that for quite a few Hunger Games now there have been a lot of tributes that have been… desired by the people of the Capitol."
No, I didn't know that. Why would the people of the Capitol desire tributes? The tributes were poor, and dirty, and surely nothing of any interest to the snobs of the Capitol.
"Well, in previous years where this has been the case, we've let people have photos of the tributes they fancy, we've let them write letters to the victors they desired," he said, and I wondered where he was going with this. I didn't want any photos of me to belong to any person from the Capitol. "But I thought… since it's the Quarter Quell, why not give them a special treat? I've got a list of clients for you, that have already paid. You will see them during your Victory tour, and when you come back as a mentor there will be a new list of clients.
Clients? What did he mean, clients? I didn't want any kind of clients.
"You've got some letters from some of your clients already, Cindy, you're very popular," he told me, handing me a pile of envelopes. I gave him a puzzled look and ripped one of them open.
Hi baby, I cannot wait to feel your…
"No."
"No?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"I won't be seeing any clients," I said, dropping all the envelopes, because I knew now what he meant when he said I had clients. And then the rage came - like a storm, consuming every corner of my mind. And it was like this was everything now, just me and the president there in that room. My heart was pounding and my temples throbbed, my veins felt red-hot, and I stared at him.
I felt my hands trembling and then I was running at him, screaming, and I pushed him to the ground and pinned him down and started to punch. Punch, after punch, after punch. His blood was on my hands and I thought maybe this could be my eighth kill of the Hunger Games, but he was calling for help and peacekeepers came in and lifted me up and away from him, away until I was in a room that was all white and they put a needle in me and I was unconscious.
When I came to, I was in the same bed, and I realised what had brought me to consciousness was unbearable pain, like an electric shock to my whole body.
I let out a loud scream, and I struggled to move, but I was tied down and no, no, no….
I was alone and I was abused, abused, I'd been abused and I was alone, and this was worse than anything I'd ever experienced back in District 6 and I wanted to kill, kill, kill Snow. Anyone who let this happen.
I was still screaming when President Snow came in. he had a bandaid on his nose where I'd beat him.
"I can see how you won these games, Cindy, very impressive!" he said, chuckling, and I clenched and struggled but I couldn't move. "I've now introduced you to the other option, Cindy. You either get through your clients whenever I tell you to, and you enjoy it, or I will hurt you until you do what I say. Simple."
It was horrible, awful, and I couldn't stop screaming because this was my worst nightmare. This was my reward for winning the Hunger Games?
"Your first client list is during your victory tour."
And that was it. This would be my life now.
But I would never stop fighting. I would never stop being angry, ever.
I would not let the Capitol own me.
There are no winners in the Hunger Games. Only survivors, and Cindy is very unfortunately one of those survivors.
Final placings and eulogies
Bloodbath tributes
Patch Corvin (D8M) - Killed by Thia as they stabbed each other during the bloodbath.
Patch, you were an interesting tribute who I had fun with. The whole concept of you being a drug dealer even though your parents were addicted was interesting. Your whole backstory was interesting, I thought. I would have gotten you further, but I couldn't seem to fit you into any other alliance other than the psychotics, but you just weren't as crazy as the rest of them, perhaps you could have been a calm to the storm but it was just so fun to have such a chaotic, insane group all together.
Kill count: 1
Thank you to Victoria the Bipolar Tribute
Thia Verneta (D3F) - Killed by Patch as they stabbed each other during the bloodbath.
Thia, you had such an interesting backstory as well! You were a hard death, but unfortunately you didn't fit into how I wanted the story to play out after all, and I couldn't think of another way for you to get killed.
Kill count: 1
Thank you to Team Shadow
Fllora Hanzell (D10F) - Killed by Quintus who stabbed her during the bloodbath.
Fllora, I loved the way you had the tactic of playing dumb to not get a target on your back, but you didn't have so many skills and I couldn't quite see you fitting in with rest of the story.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to tellsatanisaidhi
Quintus Grimm (D2M) - Killed by George from behind during the bloodbath.
Quintus, you were such an interesting tribute to work with! You were the only calm, stable one in the chaotic Careers alliance, but since you were almost mute it was just hard in a way to try and work you into the story.
Kill count: 1
Thank you to fiona11303
Jonas Unix (D3M) - Killed by Cindy while protecting Fox during the bloodbath.
Jonas, you were destined to die in the bloodbath unfortunately. You were a sweet guy who just wanted to protect and help others, make everyone else look good and your backstory was so sad. I hope you Rest In Peace.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to AmericanPi
Bulga Conroy (D9F) - Killed by Dania with a spear during the bloodbath.
Bulga! I thought you were so interesting! The whole concept of you bullying younger kids and fearing older people, you really were such a representation of the cycle of abuse, which is actually really sad. I had to kill you off early, you didn't fit into the rest of my story.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to Very New To This
Asiza Sekewael (D7F) - Killed by Carmilla when Cal didn't help her during the bloodbath.
Asiza, you were such a funny tribute. You were manipulative. You were every fake pick me girl to ever exist you were sooooo annoying but so funny.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to averyrandomauthor
Buster Melrose (D11M) - Killed by Janusz with a knife during the bloodbath.
Buster, your backstory was so sad! I wish we found out what you'd done that was causing you to be punished! If your submitter wants to tell me what it was I'd love to know haha. But again, you didn't quite fit into the story, but you were sweet.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to Very New To This
Gabrielle Buiton (D8F) - Killed by Mark with a spear during the bloodbath.
Gabrielle you were such a sweetheart! You deserved so much better, and you didn't deserve to be voted in. You had very little skill, so killing you in the bloodbath was realistic.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to Dani H. Danvers
15th place - Ezekiel Cunningham (D5M) - Killed by Cindy with a knife after pissing her off during day 1.
Ezekiel, I have only one thing to say to you. You were an asshole, and if anyone is going to tip Cindy over the edge straight up, it's you. You were kind of funny though, and I feel sorry for your family. I hope your mum feels better soon :(
Kill count: 0
Thank you to wiifan2002
14th place - May Pickford (D11F) Drowned during flash flooding during night 1.
May, I thought you were cool, and you would have been very helpful to Hazel as you were a good night watcher, but…. I wanted Hazel to suffer! You didn't deserve any of this, and I'm sorry you had to drown.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to fiona11303
13th place - Calvus Logg (D9M) Died of hypothermia during day 2
Oh, Cal. You were such a sweetheart. I really did like you because you were such a sweet boy and I know you'd be such a good friend. You died with Maize there and I feel sorry for Maize but at least you got to see him again.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to Dante Alighieri1308
12th place - Mark Simeon (D1M) Killed by the George and Carmilla during day 2
Mark, you were a crazy, crazy man. You were the stereotype for Careers "I'm the best I kill everyone" sort of thing. It made sense to me that the psychotics would hate you enough to kill you.
Kill count: 1
Thank you to wiifan2002
11th place - Fox Harlow (D12F), stabbed by Carmilla during day 2
Fox you were actually so interesting! Being the youngest in the arena and beating half of them! I think you definitely had it in you for that. But you cared about your sister, so much that you killed her ex because he mistreated you. It made sense you'd die for her.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to SnowSymphony
10th place - Phoenix Valentine (D1F), accidentally killed by Janusz during day 3
Phoenix, you were so fun! I loved the whole performer aspect and I loved writing you into the Careers! When I wrote your death I just had to add the 'take a bow' to the performer girl. You were honestly incredible.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to Paradigm of Writing
9th place - Carmilla Wilkes (D5F), stabbed by Dania in her sleep on the sixth night
Carmilla, oh my god. When I first read your submission I was like… huh? Wtf! You were actually so fun to write though, despite your… problems. You definitely had a lot of issues, girl. But you were fun.
Kill count: 3
Thank you to Victoria the Bipolar Tribute
8th place - George Caron (D6M), stabbed in the head by Cindy on the sixth night
George! You were the first tribute to be submitted to me, so in a way that makes you a little special, but that doesn't make you a good person. You were a terrible, terrible person. Yet I enjoyed writing you a lot despite how awful of a person you were.
Kill count: 2
Thank you to Very New To This
7th place - Dania Khatib, injured severely by George then put out of her misery by Cindy on the sixth night
Oh Dania, you were such a perfectionist and it ached me how your whole purpose in life was to be in these games. In a way this is what makes a lot of Careers' stories so sad to me - they're children raised for nothing but to kill and potentially be killed, with so much pressure. I was sad for you Dania, and I know how badly you wanted that win but unfortunately you didn't have it.
Kill count: 2
Thank you to LC-it-gets-better-alt-account
6th place - Luderick Bellamy (D4M), poisoned by Arnold during day 8
Luderick, you were so funny. The somewhat crazy boy from district 4 who absolutely despised every other form of human other than the ones from district 4. It was actually so funny. We needed to see Arnold's poisoning skills and you were unfortunately the unlucky target for it. Rest In Peace.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to Very New To This
5th place - Janusz Kurczak (D10M), stabbed by Zevran during day 8
Ok Janusz, you were so interesting. Reading your backstory kept me on the edge of my seat and that was just your backstory! It was a lot, so I got quite nervous writing you at first, worried I'd get it wrong somehow. I really hope I did you justice (obvs not by killing you LOL) though the writing. Unfortunately Zevran just had to kill his in-arena ally/lover because it's jut what Zevran does.
Kill count: 2
Thank you to QueenOfMorning37
4th place - Arnold Pryor (D7M), stabbed by Cindy during the eighth night
Arnold, you were so funny like the weird chef kid omg. I liked you, I liked reading your submission and I just laughed out loud because you weren't like evil, but then again you were! It was funny in my opinion at least.
Kill count: 1
Thank you to wiifan2002
3rd place - Zevran Karras (D12M), stabbed by Cindy during the 8th night
Zevran, my heart aches for you. You felt like you were just being controlled by Gray and honestly death was your only escape. You were extremely interesting to write about, especially the way you manipulated your ally for so long, I found it really fun.
Kill count: 1
Thank you to Paradigm of Writing
2nd place - Hazel Mayfly (D4F), throat slit by Cindy during the 8th night
Hazel my girlllllll. God, I'll be honest, you almost were my victor. I wanted you to go home and tell Alex that you were the winner and now you were rich and he had nothing on you! But when you were faced by Cindy and Zevran in the final 3, you just weren't as skilled as them and it just wasn't realistic and also this way it's a little more soul crushing for so many people to be rooting for you and then you make it so far and just… die.
Kill count: 0
Thank you to CraizinMonster
1st place - Cindy Trimmers (D6F)
Now everyone, a round of applause for our victor! Cindy… you honestly grew on me so much over time. You were a villain, sure, but you had depth to your character. You didn't just mindlessly kill outside of the arena, you did it out of pure rage. To me you honestly represented the absolute rage I can feel when men act the way that they sometimes do. The stares, the cat calls, you did what I want to do sometimes (don't come at me obviously I don't kill people its just yk the feeling of it) and that made you really grow on me. You were a realistic victor in such a brutal games… you wasn't afraid to do what it takes. And this ending for you in this chapter is unfortunately a very real reality.
Kill count: 7
Thank you to wiifan2002
Thank you so, so, much to everyone who read and submitted this story - and a MASSIVE thank you to the people who read all the way to the end, the people who reviewed incredibly kind reviews - I find reviews so motivating and they honestly make my day so thank you.
I am so sorry for how tragically this has ended.
If anyone would like to submit to my new SYOT, it is on my profile. I'd appreciate it so, so, much if some of you could submit, I love seeing what you come up with because you're all so creative! (Obviously no pressure if you don't want to or can't)
Thanks again for reading, I'll be taking a break while people submit tributes to the new SYOT to focus on school work (I'll still be checking PMs for questions, tributes, anything like that). But I wish you all the best for now :)