Strong (Johanna Mason Fanfic)

The Death of Me

"Yes?" I question, gulping lightly as I dread the upcoming words.

"You see, as I said, people here adore you and are willing to do anything to spend some time with you." he starts very diplomatically, "But people tend to have a strange fascination here. I know your district suffers in the winter quite a bit. I am proposing this: How about you work for me in the Capitol and part of the benefits go to your District. I think that is a fair trade." he says.

"What would be my job?" I ask.

"Easy. For now you work as a model for the fashion industry. When you turn eighteen, I'll assign you a different job." he says with evil eyes.

"What would that other job be? Why couldn't I keep being a model?" I ask him cleverly.

"Because we will have a new victor by then and they will want to feature them more. Of course you still will have bookings but less. What do you say?" he asks omitting my question. 

"What would my other job be?" I say sternly.

"No need to be angry, it's simple. Known as clients would request to spend time with you. Whatever they like. They pay for everything, they just want your company." he says.

"Prostitution." I say firmly.

"I wouldn't put it this way Miss Mason. Not everyone has those intentions. Really simple and your people get money." he says, "What do you say?" he asks.

"No." I reply and cross my arms, "Never to be a prostitute." I reply.

"Very well then, I hope you'll change your mind soon." he says and notes something down on his notebook. "You may go back to the party." he says and folds his hands smiling.

I exit and walk back to the room where everyone is having fun and eating. I take the first glass of alcohol I see and I down the drink in a split-second. One after the other I drink, not caring about my condition. I see Blight talking to some official and he excuses himself when he sees me. I am already lightheaded but I keep drinking and partying away with the people. I even find a couple of people to dance with who appreciate me choosing their company. 

"We have to go, darling." he says and takes my arm.

"No, jsut one more drrrink." I slur as I take another flute and chug it down.

"You've had plenty, let's get you home." he says and we walk out into the fresh air. 

I stumble quite a bit and even see moving stars in front of my eyes but Blight walks me back to the train. We'll be on our way home. My body gives out and I stumble to the ground. I feel Blight pick me up and carry me back, my arms gripped tightly around his neck. 

When we get on the train, he hands me a hot cup of tea and I drink it silently. But I start laughing soon enough.

"You know what Snow asked me today?" I slur again.

"What?" he says.

"He offered me a job!" I say and smile.

"What!" this time he exclaims.

"Modelling and then some sort of prostitution thing." I reply.

"What did you say?" he asks, nervous.

"N-O. NO!" I laugh as I lay comfortably on the sofa in my gold dress while the train is already on the move.

I see Blight's face go pale and I don't understand why. But I ignore it, did he not have enough fun tonight? I then pass out. 

I am shaken awake with a migraine and I open my eyes to the burning light. Blight stands over me with a glass full of water and aspirin. I take it and drink up.