𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 - 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐮

⇛ 𝐂𝐇. 𝟖𝟑

a few days had passed and the questioning and torture had been same but the pain was much more intense. it was harder getting through it and they'd often end up being taken back to their cells unconscious.

there was also a lack of food. the first day they were captured they were given a full plate of food but then slowly it decreased until it just was a piece of bread being thrown through the gaps of their cells.

"i want to go home." chenle said.

"there is no home anymore." renjun mumbled, his head resting against the wall, exhausted.

the cellar door burst open and several peacekeepers stormed in. a man dressed excessively followed behind them carrying clothes.

"snow has ordered that you change into these." he said, tossing the clothes at each of the eight.

jihyun looked down at the floral dress and heels on the floor in front of her and then back at the man. she scoffed.

"fuck you and your clothes." haechan hissed, kicking the shirt.

"bring him in." the man looked over his shoulder and gestured at someone. jihyun watched in horror as jungwoo was pushed to the floor in front of the man. he was beaten up, dried blood on his bruised face.

"jungwoo!"

"i was given strict orders that if you refuse, this man will be killed. now, get changed."

"give us some privacy then." mark said.

"no."

"bastards." jisung whispered as he began changing.

jihyun picked the dress up and faced away from the people outside her cell. she could feel eyes on her and she felt disgusted as she tried to change in a way that didn't reveal herself too much. she was losing her dignity.

"look away from her you fucking creeps." jaemin nearly shouted, his hands balling into fists.

jihyun crossed her arms across her stomach once she was done changing and she turned around towards the door that was opened for her. she walked out, tears in her eyes and her head down in humiliation. she felt haechan hold her hand from behind and squeeze it as they were guided up the stairs.

they were brought to a bright room with a long sofa facing someone on a smaller chair. at first, jihyun couldn't tell who it was but then she saw the blue hair.

"caesar..."

"it's nice to see you eight again. it's a shame it's under these circumstances." he said then gestured to the sofa. "please, take a seat. jihyun in the middle."

the friends hesitantly sat down, noticing that there was a large camera pointed right at them and another one at caesar. they knew what exactly was about to happen.

"in a few minutes, we're going to go live for the whole of panem to watch. i'm going to ask you questions about the rebellion and so on. and then i want you all to call the rebellion off, tell the rebels to stand down or there will be severe consequences."

"we won't do it." jeno said, getting up. the peacekeepers around the room stepped forwards, pointing their weapons at him.

"you will or the stylist will be killed."

"don't listen to them. even if they kill me, don't do what they say." jungwoo said, his voice croaky and hoarse.

the peacekeeper next to him pushed him to the floor and began beating him with a rod. mark and haechan hastily ran forwards to stop him but they were pulled back and forced onto the sofa again.