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❝telling me to punish you for things you never did❞
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ISLA WAS IN MORE PAIN THAT SHE HAD EVER BEEN. She honestly thought that the emotional pain that the Games caused her was worse than any physical pain that she could ever feel, but she was seriously doubting it at that point.
She was lying on a table in nothing but her underwear, and she was hooked up to about ten different machines. Each of them caused her a different kind of pain, and she honestly thought that she was going to die. She had thrown up four times, and she could not breathe.
She was sobbing and gasping for air, and she could feel every nerve in her body on fire. She did not know what she expected after yelling at Caesar and freaking out on live TV, but she never anticipated days of torture. They gave her an hour of rest every five hours to make sure that she did not die, but she had not slept or eaten in days.
She screamed as one of the machines jammed twenty needles into her back, and her body lifted off the table until they were removed, which felt more painful than them going in. She had memorized the order by that point, so she prepared herself for the electricity.
It never came.
She felt herself being removed from the machines, but she was too exhausted to move or speak. She was yanked off the table, and her entire body ached and groaned. She cried out in pain as two men drug her out of the room and down a hallway. Her eyes could barely remain open, and she was positive that they were going to kill her.
That was until she heard the all too familiar infuriating voice of Caesar Flickerman. She was half naked, the only thing covering her was a loose and cropped tank top and underwear, and she was dirty, bloody, tired, and weak. She opened her eyes to see Peeta's terrified face when he saw her.
She felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against her skull, and she felt her hair brush against her shoulder. She realized that at some point, they must have cut her hair because the ends were brushing against her neck and did not even reach her collar bone.
That was the least of her worries, however, when she had just been tortured for days and now had a gun against her head. It was obvious that they were using her to convince him to say something, so she wanted to yell at him not to do or say anything to keep her alive. When she opened her mouth, however, no words came out, so she just shook her head at him through her tears.
