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...
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❀— 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 —❀ ACT IIII CHAPTER 29 ( who's afraid of little old me. )
Endless cycles of beeping from heavy machinery flooded her eardrums, she stared back at the same memory foam walls which soaked up all her shrieks and screams of anguish as though it was a sponge.
Tingles from repeated torture itched every nerve in her body. Head to toe she shook in shivers as waves of emotions over came her.
2 and a half months. 54 days. Six hours. Stuck in the Capitol as they picked and prodded at her brain as if she was an animal trapped in a cage under experimental circumstances. She tried to fight them off, she really did, but her mentality couldn't keep up.
The door to her room cracked open, the hallways were silenced, with the exception of occasional footsteps treading lightly passed.
In came two doctors who's faces she had familiarised their faces from recent events her brain is haunted by, then the devil in carnage.
His snowlike hair and well combed beard, and a huge preconceptionistic ego fulfilled the room, Juliette felt her breath pick up, the beeping on the monitor beside her beating faster and faster with every passing moment.
"M.s Ambrose, I believe it's time for your...medication." A menacing smirk danced over his features in joy, as though he was happy to see the struggle on the poor blonde's face.
Her chest heaved in fear, panic began to set in yet again as she felt the room become hot and sticky. The walls felt as though they were closing in as the shock pads reached closer to her already worn out body.
Her hands tugged as hard as they could on the restraints which held her to the chair, chains tightened around her feet and a newly found play toy the President had dug out, a gag so that her piercing screams would be suppressed.
"No...no.." she murmured, tossing and turning her body as her screams echo off surrounding walls.
A voice shushes her as her eyes close, "Juliette." The voice says again, "Juliette!"
Her eyes snap open as the warm feeling of Finnick's hand stroking her arm softly to calm her down, Juliette sits up with the help of him and breathes heavily whilst her body still shakes.
