I am just after reading the Trilogy and I loved it! So I am new to this Fandom.

This story is based on what Finnick said about Snow selling his body in Mockingjay, so I am discounting the events of Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Instead this story picks up a few months after the Hunger Games and Victory Tour finish, there is no rebellion and Peeta and Katniss are being prostituted by Snow.

Hope you like.

The image that the full length mirror reflected back to me was one of a stranger. I pulled the robe I had been provided with back on. It was almost a relief to cover up the ugly bruises that littered my body – why they all wanted it so rough I could never understand. Unconsciously, my fingers went to my neck where I could still feel the ghost of his fingers, choking me, completely subservient to him.

I gazed over my shoulder to where he lay snoring in the bed. How long until he requested me again? How long until I got another letter from Snow summoning me to this man's bed, or some others? Katniss Everdeen, Girl on Fire was quite the crowd puller.

I padded across the room, and gently closed the door behind me. If he woke he might decide he was ready for round three and that was something I was eager to avoid.

"Girl on Fire" a voice chimed as I tiptoed from the door.

"Hi Finnick," I sighed, as he closed his own door behind him. "Good night?"

"Numbed with champagne" he answered glumly, holding his robe closer to him. We all wore the same robes on these occasions; this is how Snow decided to present us to his bidders.

We walked in silence as far as his room. "Well I..." he trailed off before wandering into his room.

Before I met him, I thought he loved his promiscuous life and being with different women every night. He always acted as if he was cock of the walk, confidence personified. But now, a whole new light has been shed on Finnick Odair. He was feeling as used and unloved as I do.

Back in my room, Peeta was waiting, huddled in a corner in an identical robe. He had had a bidder tonight too, probably some leggy blonde who he had wined and dined and left charmed and in love with him. He certainly looked fresher and less beaten up than I did. But Peeta dealt with this better than I did, Peeta treated every woman who bid on him as a lady. They loved him.

"Bad night?" he asked as I climbed into the shower. He visibly winced as he saw the bruises on my body and neck. Reaching for a bottle of ointment he began to gently treat the ugly bruises, which began to disappear before my eyes – the instant affect of the Capital's magic concoction. He led me into bed, holding me in this arms he whispered soothingly until he I fell asleep.

"Morning" Effie's cheerful voice rang through the bedroom. "Busy busy day."

I groaned. It was going to be a busy day. Today Peeta and I were being sent back to District 12 for the reaping so we could meet the kids we would be mentoring.

Rolling over, I noted that Peeta had vacated my bed, probably to save Effie the shock. An omelette was sitting on the bedside table. Clearly Peeta had summoned room service before he had left.

"Your prep team is here in fifteen minutes, into your bath."

With that, she turned on her heel and headed toward Peeta's room.

Because I had to be maintained for my nightly visitors, the prep team didn't have to do much primping before I was ready for Cinna. I didn't even listen to their chatter because I had only one thought on my mind. In a couple of hours, I would be on a train out of this place. It would be just Peeta and me, on a train. Sure, Effie would be hovering but anything was better than Snow's regime.

Predictably, a half an hour after we retired to our separate bedrooms on the train, I heard a gentle tap on the door. As I heard the door slide open, I sidled up in the bed to make room for him.

"Hi" he whispered gently.

I gasped as his cold feet touched my toasty ones. "Hi" I replied, grumpily.

We were silent for a few minutes, both caught up in our own thoughts.

"Do all of them hurt you?" he asked, I could hear the pain in his voice. In my eyes, Peeta was a friend, and my only friend when we were in the Capital. It was nearly a year since our reaping and six months since the Victory Tour ended, and we found ourselves being shoved together more and more. Whenever Snow sent a message saying that one of us had been hired out for the night, we were each other's supports. We looked after each other. Although he did most of the looking after, he coaxed into getting up, made sure I ate and was generally okay. He quickly became my lifeline. But nonetheless, seeing the bruises that those animals inflicted on me while I was their plaything for a few hours hurt him, no matter how brave he pretended to be.

"Well we can't all have bidders falling at our feet" I said, nudging him gently, trying to lighten the mood. "Be careful or you'll put Finnick out of work."

"Don't" he said darkly. I felt his arms snake around my waist and for a moment I allowed him to hold me in silence.

"You know, I never thought I would feel this safe in District 12" Peeta sighed. "At least there we know Snow can't pimp us out. No-one can afford us."

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