When 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 gets chosen for 68th annual hunger games and her mentor is none other then the capitol darling, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑.
In the battle of life and death, Juliette Ambrose ends up finding herself falling for her...
( TRIGGER WARNINGS!! This act contains use of torture, anxiety attacks and use of manipulation, if any of these trigger you then skip past the following chapters! )
A CONSTANT REPEATEAD BEEPING NOISE WOKE JULIETTE UP. Her hazel eyes fluttering open with a groan once the bright light of the room hit her pupils.
Juliette felt the past memories of being flung against what she assumed to be a tree trunk in the arena, that force alone knocking her clean out, but she couldn't remember what happened afterwards.
Looking down towards her hands she saw the IV connected through her hand, along with straps that chained her to the bed not allowing her to move.
Her eyes darted around the room, looking for some form of comfort. Whether that was Finnick or her little sister.
The door buzzed and slid open welcoming two doctors. It did not take long for Juliette to realise that they were Capitol doctors, all she could do was hope and pray that they were apart of the rebellion too.
"Ah!" The tall woman with bright purple hair spoke, "she's awake. Malachai go alert the president."
Juliette frowned, "I'm sorry," she paused gaining the doctor's attention, "did you just say president?"
Morella, the doctor, giggled, "Well yes dear, you are in the Capitol after all!"
The blonde heard herself gasp. Sweat rushing to her palm as her heart rate sped up, the monitor beeping faster and faster with every beat.
All she uttered was one single word, "Why? I'm not supposed to be here— why am I here?"
The doctor flicked through the charts not looking up at the distressed woman laid on the hospital bed, "You are apart of the rebellion, Ms. Ambrose. You help Katniss and her rebels break free."
"Then why aren't they here too?" she shook her head, tears swelling in her eyes, "where's Finnick?'
"Oh dear," a new voice shushed, "he isn't here. None of them are"
In through the door walked in President Snow. Dressed in his usual suit and white flower in the pocket. A glint of mystery shone in his eyes as he smiled slyly at the girl on the bed.
Juliette felt her blood run cold.
"Hello Ms. Ambrose," he spoke with poison lining his words, "I assume you know why you're here?"
Jules shook her head, shivering in fear, "No— no sir," she stumbled upon her words, "why am I?"
The devil-like grinned, "to be punished of course. After all you did betray my trust, Juliette. I don't take likely to rebels such as yourself— and others of course."
