Rose on Fire

Chapter 44

(Finnick POV)
I wake up in a small empty room the wall are tinted glass, so they can see me, but I can't see them. I feel a blinding pain in my over my heart from the bullet. I clench my teeth but continue to slowly stand up. I look at the floor to see that all four sides are slanted, there's a drain in the middle of the room, I shiver with a feeling of fear and disgust when I see drops of dried blood near the drain. I know I'm in one of the many execution rooms in Snow's hovercrafts. I'm glad he's dead, but at the moment I wish his insane army went with him. A man's voice shatters the silent air, "Hello Finnick, we do not want to hurt you, but we need answers quickly, and we will hurt you if we don't get them." "What do you want," I mutter angrily. "Where is the secret refugee underground entrance to district 13," he asks. "I think we both know what would happen if I told you that information," I pause for dramatic affect, I know they won't kill me, "thousands upon thousands of innocent people dead, you guys might have a few people who want to keep a horrible tv show going, but you guys extinct considering your low population." "Wrong answer," the man says over the speaker. Two guards enter through the small door in one corner of the room, they force me to the ground, and hand cuff me, one takes out one of the many torturing devices the Capitol is known for. A peacekeeper hands the other a whip, but I've seen these before, the peacekeeper practices with the wipe a few times, only leaving a few painful cuts on my back, the peacekeeper without the whip takes out a knife. The peacekeeper stabs the knife more to the right side of my back, not very deep, they make sure not to hit any mayor arteries, or nerves, they slice a cut all the way down my back leaving a deep cut on my back, I feel the blood start to drip slowly making its way from my body to the drain. They slice my shirt off, only for the fun of leaving permanent scars and making the experience more bloody and painful. I hear the peacekeeper with the whip switch on the the most painful part of the torture device. The whip hums to life with electricity, the peacekeeper with the knife punches me hard in the face, my teeth clack, my tongue get bitten in the process, immediately starting to gush blood from the deep cut, and my nose starts to bleed. The peacekeeper then cuts a line in the middle of my forehead so blood blinds my vision. The peacekeeper with the whip starts his job, making me yell in pain, then the voice comes back over the speaker, "This can all stop of you just give me my answers." Through all the pain, I manage to smile, and look through the blood, and around the glass room and yell, "I've dealt with a lot of pain in my life, you can't hurt me enough to tell you any answers." "Oh yea Mr. Odair we may not be able to get the answers out of you with physical force," The peacekeepers walk out the one with the knife throws a towel at me, I catch it, the wipe the blood out of my eyes with it, a projector hits one of the walls showing me a live video of a tired Annie in a hovercraft cell with tears covering her face, the camera that is capturing this shows the barrel of a gun pointed right at her head.  "But we can probably get the answers out of you this way," the man on the speaker says slyly,"we want our answers, or she dies."