the hunger games: part four

Chapter 3

When I wake up I'm in a white room. I try to sit up from this cramped position but my body is stiff and I'm strapped down with some type of brown boot like material, most likey leather.
I hear someone outside the room. Two to three people talking about me and Peeta.
"She was able to win the 74th hunger games, escape the Quarter Quell and over throw the Capitol. Don't underestimate her," said voice one.
"Well we can always use the boy to our advantage. Torture him and we've got her on board. She'll do any thing to save her lover," said voice two.
"Why would we do that when we can torture her and get it over with. It would make more since to do that instead," said voice three.
"Fine. Well take a vote in the Debate Room. Well take an anonymous vote and the plan with the most votes will be the one we use to get to her," said voice two.
"Are you two stupid? We don't want her weak so she can't pull through with our plan. Granted, she'll have to do it or they all get killed and we torture her kids to death. But either way we need her to do her best so we can take rule in the Capitol and I got one think we should torture the boy," said voice one.
Then, for about an hour and a half they just argued back and forth about what plan they wanted to use.
I have to get out of here I thought, and take the others and my kids too.
From that moment forward, I had one mission: save the others and my kids.
I hear some sort of rattling at the door and quickly pretend to be under a sleeping spell. Then I felt a really sharp pain in my lower left abdomin and right chest. My body then starts to get a tingling feeling. My eyes shoot open. Then the image becomes clear: President Cornelius Vanderbilt Graham has a knife like the one Clove nearly killed me with. He moves down the bed and I feel another shark pain. This time starting below my right knee, and goes down farther, worsening with each foot step. It eventually stops after going from my lower knee to my toes.
"My dear, Mrs. Everdeen, you really are mature for your age. You have two kids, the fate of your kids and you family and friends is in your hands, and your not even 30 years old. But there is an issue and we need to talk. But you must promise not to lie to me," he says.
I quickly snap back and say, "What are you, President Snow? I heard your little conversation about me and Peeta. You don't know who we are and what we are capable of."
He yells at me and says, "MRS. EVERDEEN DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!"
Peeta, my friends. My kids. I think
"Where are They." I say.
"None of your concern."
That's when I lost it.