on her reserve at amatomnes

[stillplaying]

Damn you!

[Her brows knit together as she scowls, glaring angrily at whoever might be listening. She had heard the rumors, knew it was a possibility. But that her Gamemaker was willing to go through with it? That she actually placed that reserve?

It's infuriated her. Perhaps more so than anything else she's been subjected to lately. Damn her. Damn them all. She wants nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with this perverse form of entertainment.]

What do you even think you're doing? Aren't two games enough for you? You just have to subject me to a third?

No. No, I won't have anything to do with it. Especially if you're sending me there. To a place where... where...

[She sputters as her cheeks turn red. Ducks her head in hopes that no one notices. Kissing Peeta for the sake of their survival had been one thing. Even the night that the hunger had come over her in the clock arena and kissing had nearly turned into so much more remained something different. Wasn't the prospect now in front of her. Hhaving sex to survive? She's not sure if she can do this. Wants this. Especially without Peeta there.]

No.

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[jolting]

I want to go. But for you, I would suggest making the process as difficult as possible for your mun. If yours is like mine, they'll give up if they can't force you into the situation.

[stillplaying]

[Her grey eyes go wide in disbelief and she looks the man over. He actually wants to go to this island? Why? Why in his right mind would he want something like that?]

Are you insane?

[jolting]

Some like to think that I am, but no. I'm just not a prude.

[stillplaying]

[She scowls at him, knowing full well how apt that word was for her and hating it. Pure, prude, innocent. They were all the same, weren't they? Awkward and uncomfortable with nudity. Completely inexperienced in anything past heated kisses and touches.

And now this.]

I am not a prude.

[jolting]

Just a bit inexperienced? That's nothing to be ashamed of, you know.

[stillplaying]

I'm not. Ashamed.

[She mumbles the words as she continues to glower at the man, arms crossed over her chest and her posture something that would make Effie tsk in shame. She slumps against the wall and sighs.]

I don't want anything to do with any of this.

[jolting]

You won't have any choice. If you go to that island, you'll need to do it or you'll be choked to death. [look he's trying to be as nice as possible about this, you know]