Esscort to rebel

Jail

I wake up. I'm all crumpled up in a cold dark cell that smells disgusting. I have bruises all over my body and scratches and blood. I stand up and kick off my heels. The room has dark grey stone walls and mat and something I assume it would be a toilet. I turn around and find a bunch of bars. I'm in a jail cell. I walk over and peer through the bars. "Hello?" I Ask. "Shut your pie hole lady! The peace keepers will be coming down any minute!" I clamp my mouth shut and try to get my vision to adjust to the other side of the bars. I only see black but I hear murmurs and horrible sounds of people struggling to talk.

This is where they keep criminals to other torture to death or turn into avoxes.

Suddenly a light appears. Two sets of boots stomping down the cold stone floor. I hear keys jingling then a door creaking open then I hear screams. Something sharp, a metal sound maybe scissors or a knife rings through the cell then the most murderous scream in my life enters my ears. The peacekeepers walk all the way past my cell with a small metal cart one has a large knife and both have guns strapped across their backs.

Then I notice something sicking on the cart. Glass jars with weird liquid in them. Inside the liquid were bloody lumps that I assume are tongues.

Vile rises up in my throat and I fight it down. Then one peacekeeper turns and say to me in a raspy voice. "We will question you next."

Question? I can't be questioned they will want to know all about Haymitch and Plutarch's plans. That I know. I can't be turned into an avox. I just can't. I turn around and slump down on my mat. I wipe my face on my arm trying to get the makeup off.

Hours later i get all my makeup off. I glance in the rusted metal of the bars and find my wig toppled over to the right. I slip it off. Then I take the hair net off and my curly blond hair falls around my shoulders. I glance back into the bars.

This is the most most normal I have looked in 20 years.