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          𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃, but before her heart could stop, the man pulled her back to the surface and threw her to the ground as she coughed up water and attempted to fill her lungs with air.

          "Tell me what you know," The man ordered as his nails dug into Fleur's cheek. "And then this can stop." 

          "No." Fleur spat out. "I'd rather die than tell you." 

          The man looked the Fleur in disgust before turning towards the Peacekeepers. "Tell the President that I'm going to move onto. . . other techniques. Empty the room of everything but her."

          Fleur was pushed onto her knees and everything in the room was removed before the Peacekeepers left as well. 

          "Tell me where the rebels are, and I won't have have to resort to this." The man's voice crackled out. Fleur clenched her jaw and stayed quiet causing him to sigh. 

          Nothing happened for the first thirty seconds before she felt something cool fall onto her face. She wiped it off only to stare at the red liquid on her fingers in horror, for it was blood. The blood rained down slowly and went up to her ankles within minutes. Then the blood went up to her knees before going up to her torso, faster than before. The blood coated her face and hair as the level of blood in the room rose. Suddenly, the blood came up to her nose and the woman was struggling to breath. 

          Fleur tried to push herself up to the surface but was unable to do so. Just as she was feeling like she wasn't able to breathe, the blood levels dropped and she fell to floor as she coughed up the blood that had entered her mouth, the metallic taste leaving a lingering feeling in her throat.

          The back of her head was grabbed roughly before being shoved into the water tank, Fleur struggling to hold her breath and keep a control of it as she didn't have a chance to recover from the blood drowning. 

          She was pulled back up roughly by her hair and as she coughed up the water, she was held back under the water ( which was turning red from the blood ), given no time to recover. As she was pulled out again and roughly tossed to the ground, she coughed and took deep breaths as she glared at the man who grabbed her face roughly and scrutinized the glare she was giving him. 

          "Tell us where they are!" The man ordered angrily, his eyes ablaze with disappointment and anger.

          "No. You torture me as much as you want, but I will never tell you what you want to know." Fleur spat out. 

          "That's a pity." The man replied with a shake of his head before nodding at the Peacekeepers who grabbed Fleur roughly and strapped her to the table, the man about to begin a new torture regime.

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          Ben found himself nodding along to Primrose's story despite his mind clearly being somewhere else. Prim stoped narrating an experience as she noticed how Ben's eyes focused on a tile on the wall and his mind clearly not in District Thirteen.  

          Prim shook his shoulder, making Ben blink in surprise before he gave Prim a sheepish smile which she waved off. 

          "It's alright. What were you thinking about though?" Prim questioned kindly. 

          "Aunt Fleur. I just want her to be okay, but I know she's not. She's always protected me from the horrors of the world. Never once talked about the Games with me, never wanted me to watch the Games. And Finnick isn't doing well either. If anything happens to her, I don't think I'm ever going to be okay." Ben replied quietly. 

          "I know. When Katniss was in the Games a year ago and for the Quell, I was so worried about her. But she and Finnick are also losing their minds from what I can see." Prim stated. "Both of them have people they care about in the hands of the Capitol, doing who knows what to them."

         "She's protected me my entire life, Primrose." Ben stated as he sniffled softly. "I want to help to get her out of there anyway I can, but I can't." 

          "She'll be fine. From what Katniss told me, your aunt is strong." Prim assured him softly. 

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         Fleur woke up with start as she looked around wildly before recognizing the bleak walls of the cell. She turned to look at Peeta in the cell next to her. The blonde gave her a weak, reassuring glance.

         "How long?" Fleur questioned softly as she winced at the pain from her broken hand. 

         "Almost five hours. Longer than usual." Peeta replied. 

         "Yeah, well they used a different method than usual." Fleur stated bitterly.

         "What did they do today?" Peeta questioned with as his brows furrowed in worry. 

         "Instead of holding me underwater, they filled the room with it and watched as I struggled to breathe." Fleur replied weakly before gesturing at her hand. "Then they used a hammer."

         "Well, once Finnick finds out what they are doing and he comes to the Capitol, he will kill all of them." Peeta stated. "I know he will."

         "That's what I'm worried about." Fleur murmured, her words so soft, Peeta wouldn't have caught it if there wasn't and echo in the cells.

         Peeta glanced at he woman in surprise as he took in the way her eyes didn't hold hope, the way she believed that she wouldn't make it out of the Capitol alive. All the bruises around her neck and arms from where the man grabbed her had turned a mix of a dark blue and black as the older bruises began to heal. 

         "What do you mean?" Peeta questioned softly.

         "I don't want him to put himself into danger, and that's exactly what he's going to do. He's going to do that because I'm here and he's going to kill anyone who hurt me. If he comes here, they're going to kill him, and I can't live with the fact that I'd be the reason he died." Fleur replied. 

         Peeta shook his head in slight disbelief. "God Fleur, if you think he'd let all of these people go unpunished for what they're doing to you, you must be crazy. He'd go to hell and back just for you."