𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄 |❀| In which Quinn Marshal, Victor of the 68th Hunger games is thrusted back into the games where she reunites with an old enemy Finnick Odair. Where Finnick's holds the record for youngest Victor, Quinn holds the record for most ki...
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𝐐uinn felt dizzy as she slowly opened her eyes. She held her head as it throbbed and every inch of her body ached. It was then that she realised she had woken in a different room. She rubbed her bruised wrists and ankles that were no longer in cuffs. She then ran a hand along her neck. Though not being able to see it, she knew there was a bruise from the chain that was previously around it.
𝐓his room was much different from the last one. Concrete floor and roof, tall brick walls with a single window which was far too high for Quinn to reach. If she had to guess which torture method this one was she'd say starvation. Quinn started making out the little details. The chair and table set up in the centre of the room. The material of the door; Iron. The estimated height between the ground and the window; Seven feet. The way the window was shaped so that when the light shone through it, it would form the Panem Logo.
𝐓he sound of feet against concrete tore her from her train of thought. In waltzed three peacekeepers all in unison. As the door slammed shut behind them, her eyes widened and she raised her hands ready to fight, as two of them grabbed her and pulled her towards the chair. Both held her down despite her resistance, and the third stood in front of her opposite of the table that separated them from each other. "Get the fuck off of me!" She growled to which got her a slap on the cheek from the peacekeeper in front of her.
"𝐌s Marshal, you will be given three chances, and three chances only to tell us where your friends, and the rest of the rebels are hiding" He spoke, his tone spoken with an almost robotic like voice. "Go to hell" She spat. Before she knew it the peacekeeper to her left grabbed her arm and held it down firmly on the table as the other took the flat side of a knife and pressed it down against her. She screamed an inhuman sound as her skin sizzled beneath the blade. "One." The peacekeeper (who she would soon learn to be called 'Rust'.) Spoke much louder and with more authority than before.
"𝐖here are the rebels". "I-I don't know okay!" Quinn sighed breathlessly her expression turning somewhat genuine. He paused for a split second before giving a brief nod to his fellow companions and they again burned her, this time her other arm. "Two!" He yelled through Quinn's cries. "Don't let me get to three Ms Marshal" He warned. "I really don't know Okay?!" She yelled with almost the same amount of authority as him.
𝐇e tilted his head as if sending some intellectual warning of some sort but she quickly put on her best poker face and narrowed her eyes at him—Resisting the urge to let out another inhuman scream. For a moment there was silence. Besides the faint sizzling noise and semi-loud panting coming from Quinn, there was silence. Perhaps he wanted to believe her, but simply couldn't. And with that he gave her a rather unapologetic look before exiting the cell, leaving her alone with the other two guards who burned her yet again.
