I want Peeta to suffer a painful death. Now, at the hands of me. Because he's in my hands. Because he's at my mercy.
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The 100th Hunger Games
FanfictionThe Capitol is still burning. The arenas have been rebuilt, bigger, and more dangerous. The rebels are defeated, and the remaining survivors are either captured or left to die. It was Peeta's fault. I hate him. The ones captured are now let out for...
