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A Mockingjay Fettered (HeavenSundered & Randomname)

As soon as Troy leaned in close, grabbing her ass with one strong hand while painting a picture of what he wanted to do to her with his words, Katniss' knees already started to buckle slightly as tingles of excitement crept up her spine and blood rushed to her breasts and especially down between her legs. The mental image of being tied down with her legs spread and her ass up, utterly exposed and vulnerable already had her salivating and dripping wet with desire.

She couldn't stop herself from moaning when Troy leaned in to plant a series of kisses over her neck, knowing that it was one of her less obvious weak spots along with her ears and even her feet, as she'd been starting to discover recently. Kat's hands went up to his chest, but she didn't push him away, instead caressing those hard pecs through his jacket and shirt, wishing that she could just tear them off of him right there and then.

"Fuck, baby, stop it...you're making me too wet!" she spoke in a hushed tone. "I'm not wearing underwear...it's starting to run down my leg...ooohh..." Katniss moaned again without any restraint, trying to drive him just as wild as he was doing to her. She wanted Troy to be so horny by the time they got back to his house that he just took her like a savage animal.

Eagerly, she followed him out of the school through one of the side exits, but she wasn't too sure that cutting through the forest was the best idea, considering her choice of footwear. "Actually, I don't think that- whhoooo!" Kat gave out a surprised little yelp when Troy suddenly scooped her up as if she weighed nothing at all. The reminder of his strength as well as the fact that he was willing to carry her home only got her even more aroused as she threw her arms around his neck. Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn the tables on him, this time it was Katniss who started to kiss and lick along his neck before tracing a path along his strong jawline with her tongue and finally sucking on his earlobe with great enthusiasm, letting her tongue sloppily twirl all over it.

When they reached his house and he put her down to unlock the door, Kat rushed inside and didn't even wait to get upstairs before unzipping the back of her dress and letting it crumple to the floor around her feet, leaving her completely naked except for her stilettos. Stepping out of the dress, Katniss strutted over to the nearby staircase, her butt cheeks jiggling enticingly with every step until she bent over the steps, keeping her legs straight and spread. She leaned against one of the steps with one hand for support while glancing lustfully at Troy over her shoulder and giving herself a hard slap on the ass with her other hand.

"Come get me," she dared him before slowly beginning to crawl up the stairs on all fours, certainly giving him a very nice view.
 
Troy only thought that Katniss was joking when she had told him that her juices were running down her leg, but he soon found out that she was being serious as he was halfway through the woods. The way she kissed and licked all over his neck, jawline, and ear was so enticing and arousing and he loved it. Once he was home, he sat her down and opened the door and entered. She must have been superhuman for a split second as he turned to lock the door then to turn right back and she was already standing nude waiting for him, showing off her cute, perfect sized ass. With a grin, he watched her bend over and start crawling up the stairs. He waited for her to get halfway up before quickly going over to the little back porch area built on to his house where rope was kept. He made sure to get enough and then grabbed a nice, pink scarf that he got Katniss to “forget” every time she comes by. It works as a very nice cleave gag.

Finally, he returned up to the stairs and watched her crawling into the bedroom. Once she had just stepped in, he gave her a hard smack on her ass, knocking her down onto her stomach, her stilettos flying off her feet. He didn’t waste any time and immediately went to grab her by the waist, throwing her around like she weighed no more than a piece of paper.

Next, he just tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back but that didn’t last as he went straight to business and grabbed her right hand, tying plenty of rope and attaching it to the right post of the headboard. Over the past few months, Troy had become an expert knotsman, although just with bondage knots, not really with any other knots, but there was no way Katniss was getting loose. He didn’t make weak, puny little knots. He made sure that Katniss wasn’t escaping.

He followed in suite and grabbed her left hand to do the same. Then grabbing her right leg, he spread it out and tied the rope around her ankle to attach to the foot of the bed and the right post, then finishing it off with her left foot to the left post of the foot of the bed.

Now, was his favorite part. Katniss’ moans, whimpers, and cries for help when they have a little fun playing kidnapper and victim were so sexy when she was gagged. The pink scarf just looked so adorable between her lips and her helpless look made him melt. He didn’t waste time before shoving the scarf in between her teeth and tying it at the back of her head to gag her securely. No one could hear her scream for help. He decided to tease her a bit now starting to kiss along her foot.

He found out that was her sweet spot and Troy hadn’t necessarily had a foot fetish but he couldn’t lie, he loved watching her being all bound, especially her feet. After spending a good deal of time with one foot, he started to kiss all over the other, all the while giving her a few spanks on her ass to leave it nice and read and ready to be fucked. He wanted her to be dripping wet before he got ready.

Finally, once he had teased her to his satisfaction, he felt his cock starting to grow and he was ready for some fun. He started undressing himself as he spoke. “Let me hear you beg for me Katniss. Beg me to fuck your little asshole.” He grinned at her, dropping his pants. Of course, he knew she couldn’t say anything, it wouldn’t come out as anything else other than an “Mmph.” Or a series of them and other cute and sexy noises that could turn him on at any time in the day.
 
Katniss took her time crawling up the stairs, waiting up for Troy while he ran to the back porch to fetch the ropes that he would need. When he got close, she sped back up, pretending to want to escape from him as he chased her. The firm slap on her ass ripped a sharp yelp out of her when he caught up to her in the room, and she was left sprawled out over the floor from the impact. Just as soon as she'd fallen, however, Troy was already manhandling Katniss back up, tossing her into his bed.

Grinning and giggling effervescently, she immediately tried to roll away, but he restrained her before she could do more than roll on to her belly. Climbing on top of her, Troy easily kept her pinned down with the weight of his body while he began the task of tying her up, which he'd gotten quite proficient at over the past six months. Knowing how much Troy enjoyed it, she made sure to continue struggling and whimpering while he methodically bound each of her limbs. Pretty soon, Kat was left in a face down spread eagle position on the bed, both of her holes totally exposed and at his mercy.

She was just about to say something when the pink scarf that they often used as a gag was suddenly jammed into her mouth and tied around her head, preventing her from speaking in any sort of comprehensible manner. "Nnnngghhh!" Katniss groaned as she felt Troy drag his hot, wet tongue over her foot, immediately sending a bolt of arousal crashing through her body. She tried to twist her foot away from him, but there was no escape, and pretty soon she was moaning and wriggling her toes in Troy's blissfully hot mouth while he sucked on them.

By the time that he stopped to undress himself, Katniss was already sopping wet, her juices trickling out to leave a wet stain below her on the sheets while she desperately humped the bed, her body language already begging Troy to fuck her. She groaned in impatient protest when he decided to make her beg verbally as well, every second seeming like absolute torture now that she was so riled up.

"Aaauggghhh! Fffuuuhhh mmhhhee! Ffffuuuhhh mmhhee pwweeaaghh!! Fffuuuuhhh mmhhy aaaaggghhh!! FFFFUUUUHHHH MMMHHHHYY AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH PPWWEEAAAGGHHHHH!!!" Kat screamed, her tight little pink rosebud winking at Troy with every breath that she drew while she continued to grind against the bed.
 
Nothing was sexier than Katniss’ screams and moans behind a gag. It really was the quickest way to turn him on as he watched her cute, pouty pink lips that hugged the pink scarf just perfectly and cutely as she tried to scream for him. He watched her as she tried humping the bed and it didn’t take a genius to realize that the sheets below her would be fully soaking wet. He wanted to make her orgasm one day with barely touching her. He seemed to almost to do so now. After watching her cute little limbs squirm and struggle in the ropes, he hopped onto the bed.

Moving his hands to play with her asscheeks, he just started to roll them around in his hands, pressing up and back against her as he moaned out. He really loved her ass- it was so perfect and nicely shaped and of course, so fuckable. Katniss was such a perfect girl. Troy love her, all of her - inside and out.

Finally, his member had gotten as hard as possible once she had struggled and screamed enough and he let it poke against her little bud as he started to grind the pink, smooth head of his cock around her entrance for teasing purposes. “Don’t you feel it, Katniss? My cock is almost yours.” He told her and gave her a hard spank on her ass on the left side, then a matching one on her right side.

Finally, he had enough and he was dying to fuck her in this position. His hands wrapped around her bound body to her bare tits, her nipples hard against the mattress as his fingers and hand played with them, rolling her nipples around and just kneading around the mound of skin.

Using her breasts for leverage, he rared back as far as he could before violently, harshly slamming down inside of her tight little ass hole. It felt so good when he entered. Almost like their first time having sex, period. He felt her little hole just expand quickly and rapidly around his massively wide and long sex. He didn’t take any mercy or show any relent as he started slamming his hips widely against hers, the sound being heard as his hips slam into her asscheeks, his cock just penetrating deeper and deeper each time no matter how far he already was. He let out a little moan of satisfaction and was ready to hear her cute, muffled moans along with her struggling against the rope as he fucked her hard.
 
Katniss' writhing only intensified when Troy straddled her legs and grabbed her ass in both of his strong hands, teasing her with those circular motions that caused her cheeks to alternate between being closed and spread. It was such a turn on, just knowing that he was looking down at her little rosebud - knowing that they were about to engage in something so naughty and even more taboo than the bondage.

Finally, Troy got into position and prodded Kat's backdoor with the tip of his burning hot manhood, coating her tight entrance with his precum as he continued to torment her. Moaning almost hysterically, Katniss thrust her ass back against him, trying her best to make him fuck her, but between the ropes and his weight on her legs, she could hardly move, instead only making the grinding against her anus even more intense and maddening.

She twitched and growled like a wild animal as Troy's hand came down against her bare, unprotected ass cheeks, leaving them both glowing bright red, tingling and burning, adding yet another layer to Kat's blissful anguish. Her tits felt so incredibly heavy and sensitive when Troy slid his hands beneath her to find them, and her nipples were even worse. Moaning and drooling into her pink gag, Kat lost all control of her body as he rolled her nipples around between those amazingly deft fingers of his, threatening to make her cum right then and there before having even penetrated her.

And then she felt it. Her sphincter being suddenly and brutally spread wide open as Troy forced his ridiculously thick cock into her (mostly) virgin asshole, slamming her down into the mattress with the power behind his first thrust. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Katniss shrieked into her gag, simultaneously experiencing the exhilarating thrill of being spread and filled as well as the searing pain that came with it. Both sensations were polar opposites, and yet when they reached her brain, they seemed to meld into the most consuming rapture that she'd ever felt, amplified even further by the endorphines flooding through her.

Katniss was cumming her brains out from the very first thrust, her anal passage already convulsing uncontrollably around Troy's shaft as he rammed it in deeper, making her scream at the top of her lungs, each thrust seeming to prolong and amplify the already extreme climax wracking her body. Throwing her head back, pulling hard at her restraints, Kat could only keep screaming while Troy didn't let up for a secon, continuing to pound her asshole with all of his might, making her feel every inch, every little bump and vein imprinting themselves into the walls of her tight passage.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long until Kat reached another peak, and it was likely that she'd keep cumming repeatedly until Troy finally stopped ravaging her ass.
 
It was obvious that his sweet, innocent little Katniss was really naughty on the inside. Nothing seemed to turn her on more than him slamming into her tight little asshole. Really, Troy didn’t have a problem with it, truly, it was fun for him too and he was enjoying this. Judging by her piercing screaming, she was loving it and was having an orgasm. Next time he would stuff her mouth with her panties to stuff her properly to gag her. She could still make too much noise. However, that was far from his mind now.

Continuing to fuck her hard and fast, his huge cock just ripped and tore and shredded through her little canal. It took no mercy and took no enemies as it pulverized all the way through Katniss as deep as humanly possible- maybe even deeper. The particular angle that he had Katniss at was allowing him to go even deeper and the entire time, he kept playing with her breasts with his hands as he moaned out her name louder and louder. There she was his sexy little slave, all bound and gagged and fucked right in her little rosebud by Troy’s monster shaft.

Troy couldn’t tell exactly how many orgasms that Kat had before he had finished his first time. Five, maybe? Or possibly more? All he knew is that she kept screaming and screaming in pleasure for the entire ten minutes that he was fucking her. Troy didn’t take it slow at all and continued thrusting as hard as he possibly could. He had increbile lower body strength, therefore, the way he slammed his body against Katniss’ ass was devastating and left her ass a bright red.

Once Troy reached his climax, he moaned out her name and let her ass be filled with his cum all the way to the brim. As he finished, he just lay on top of her as he breathed heavily. That was such a tiring session and Troy was exhausted.

Finally, once he had gained his breath, he slowly stood up and started to untie Kat. Her feet first, though he spent his time to kiss and play with her cute little bound feet again. Then her hands were freed and now the only restraint she had on was her pink gag with all her saliva and drool around it. To be honest, Troy didn’t really like how that was associated with the gag but it wasn’t something he could stop.

Now he sat her up beside of him and reached behind her head. However, instead of untying the scarf, he made another knot and tied it even tighter so it was significantly tighter between her teeth and kept her gagged. Since the cloth wasn’t big as far as vertical length, he was able to kiss Katniss on the lips after parting his lips over the gag. His hands went to hold her at her ass as he pulled her into his lap. “Did you like me fucking your ass, baby?” He asked her, now starting to kiss down her neck.
 
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Troy repeatedly buried himself balls deep into Kat's ass, her toes curling and her eyes rolling back into her head from the extreme friction and stretching which had barely subsided even though she'd had a bit of time to get warmed up and accustomed to it. Only her screams soared over the sound of their bodies vigorously coming together. At the angle that he was fucking her in, Kat could feel Troy's massive cock pushing down especially hard against the thin wall that separated her anal canal from her vagina, and it was almost as if they were both being stimulated at the same time, making for a truly unbelievable experience.

Kat could practically feel him in her belly, that's how deep he was, and she was instantly addicted to the feeling, her body being wracked by one mindblowing orgasm after the other. They were slightly more spaced out after the first two, but still, Troy's estimate of five was definitely conservative - it was more like nine or ten. Not that Katniss was able to keep count as she was kept constantly submerged in an ocean of sexual rapture.

Bucking and thrashing wildly beneath him, Katniss came one last time along with him while he pumped her tight ass full of his cum, leaving her with the most satisfied feeling buzzing through her hypersensitive body afterwards while he collapsed atop of her. Utterly spent and still very drunk from the numerous orgasms, she could only lay there, panting hard and shuddering while Troy untied her.

Kat's eyes were still glazed over with bliss when he sat her up and moved her into his lap, tying the gag even more tightly into her mouth rather than removing it, causing her mouth to remain partially open. She moaned softly while he kissed her, still in the process of regaining her wits. "Mmmmmmggghhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm..." she purred in response to Troy's question, sounding almost as if she were in a trance as she wrapped one arm around him and cupped the nape of his neck with the other, pulling him closer nuzzling her cheek against the top of his head while he kissed her neck.

Her ass had tightened back up immediately once Troy pulled out, but its inner walls continued to tingle vividly, and her sphincter was still burning after having been stretched out so wide. Kat could feel some of his thick cum beginning to drip out, though most of it was still deep inside, feeling nice and warm. A couple of minutes later, when Katniss had recovered enough that she could actually move her muscles, she pulled Troy's head back gently and looked at him with inquisitive eyes, wondering how come he'd decided to keep her gagged. He couldn't possibly want to keep going after that, could he?!

"Nnnhh...nnnggghhh?" she whimpered cutely.
 
Troy was too tired to keep going after all that. He just had kept her gagged because he wanted to spend some more time watching her with the cute little scarf in between her teeth and he wanted to hear more of her muffled whimpering. After her adorable noises, he smiled at her and continued to kiss her. “I’ll take it off in a minute… you’re just so sexy with it on.” He winked at her and just hugged her close for a few more minutes before reaching his hands up and slowly untying the scarf from the back of her head. It truly wasn’t an easy task to do. The knot was tight and there were plenty of knots to get through. She was definitely gagged to perfection. Once that was done, he let the soft material fall to the ground beside them as he smiled and pressed his lips firmly to hers in greeting since it had really beena while since they could kiss directly on the lips.

“I had no idea you liked anal so much, Katniss.” He smirked after pulling back and gazing down into her eyes. Whenever they had a rough fucking session, they always found time to cuddle and kiss and hug afterwards. It was a nice end to a great day and Troy was still so in love with Katniss, It was clear in his eyes and his voice as he spoke to her.

Now he curled up against the bed with her in his arms and his legs moving around her as well to try and make their bodies as close as possible. Even though she was taller than some girls at school, she still felt so small in his big, muscular arms and Troy loved the feeling.

“I love you Katniss. You sexy little beast.” He winked down at her playfully before moving his hands through her hair. “I could fuck you all day long… maybe I will on your birthday.” He winked down at her with a wide, teasing grin. He could see that being real when the day came.

“Now, let’s just get some rest, hm?” He suggested and smiled at her, hugging her even tighter to his chest. She really has become his little sub over the past few months. He gave her stability, love, and rules to follow and was always there for her. It’s a perfect relationship that they were developing and he loved these moments of just cuddling together.
 
"Shut up!" Kat exclaimed, half-giggling at the same time when Troy teased her about liking anal so much after they'd shared a few intimate kisses. "It sounds so dirty when you say it like that!" Of course, despite the bashful front that she was putting on, she absolutely adored feeling like his naughty, submissive little slut, so she didn't really want him to stop. The moment felt perfect as they laid there together, both of them spent and satisfied after a crazily intense lovemaking session, snuggling up together until they both drifted away to sleep in one another's arms.

They shared more of those moments over the course of the next months as their relationship continued to flourish, every single day bringing them even closer together. Katniss felt luckier than she ever believed she could be, having Troy in her life and all to herself.

However, on this particular day, it was far from being all sunshine and roses. For the past week, the only thing that anyone had been talking about was the upcoming Reaping, and now the time had finally come. The entire district's population had to gather in the plaza in front of the Hall of Justice, with failure to do so being punishable by death. Just like it was every year on this date, the district was crawling with Peacekeepers, looking so valiant and honorable in their white armor when in reality everyone knew that they were nothing more than the Capitol's hounds.

As promised, Katniss had made her way over to Troy's house so that they could walk to the Hall of Justice together, so she knocked on the door and waited. Once they got there, they'd have no choice than to be separated and put into a group with the other kids who shared the same age and gender, but they wanted to at least see each other for a few minutes beforehand.
 
Troy had gotten up early that morning to shower and look all nice and dressed up for the Reaping. Troy wasn’t looking forward to this day at all. Even though his family did pretty well compared to some, he still had to put in for tesserae in his younger years and his name would be in the bowl at least a dozen times. However, his biggest worry was his girlfriend Katniss. What if she was chosen? He couldn’t bare to think about it so he didn’t.

Once there was a knock on the door that morning, he took a deep breath and approached it, opening it to see Katniss and her sister. HE gave them a shaky, small smile before pulling Katniss into a hug and pecking her lips once. “Let’s go.” He said with a nod, knowing that they couldn’t be late. On the way, he held his girfriend’s hand and didn’t let go until they were getting in line to get stamped. He knew that their moments together were valuable, especially now. They didn’t really talk much on the way, just wanting to get this over with.

Once they were about to get in line to get stamped, he let go of her hand and looked into her eyes before giving her another kiss. “I love you, Katniss.” He told her with a small smile before bidding herself and Prim goodbye. Now he walked over to the line and got stuck with the needle then signed in before joining the other seventeen year old males.

He tried to find Katniss but it was near impossible to do so wth all those bodies in the way. After ten minutes passed, everyone went silent and the Capitol Escort, Effie Trinket, waltzed out and started to give her little speech about the games and then played the message from the Capitol. After that, it was time for her to choose the female tribute from district 12.
 
The mood was somber as they walked to the Hall of Justice, even young Prim being aware of how grim of a day this was and how cruel the Hunger Games really were, despite being marketed by the Capitol as some sort of big spectacle that one should be honored to participate in. Still, Katniss was glad to have Troy with her, drawing strength just from his presence. She wished that the trip would have been longer, but in only a few minutes they'd joined the massive crowd that had gathered for the Reaping, and they were forced to separate after a difficult and emotional goodbye.

Kat escorted her younger sister over to the appropriate line before getting in line herself, waiting anxiously to get processed, her stomach twisting into increasingly painful knots. Even though she'd taken a few tesserae, meaning that her name would be entered seven times, it wasn't herself that she was worried about. Troy had told her that he was in a similar situation, with his name having been entered additional times as well, and she was terrified that his name might get called. The same went for Prim, who was eligible this year for the first time, although at least she only had her name in the drawing a single time since Katniss adamantly refused to let her take any tesserae.

Once she'd been processed and lumped together with all of the other sixteen year old girls, Kat didn't have to wait much longer for the Reaping to start. Unfortunately, she still had to get through the speech by the hostess, Effie Trinket, who was dressed as gaudily as ever with one of her stupid wigs, and then the Capitol's message that followed was even worse. Finally, it came time for the hostess to draw a name out of the first glass bowl containing all of the female names, and Katniss got up on the tips of her toes, trying to see over the people in front of her, not that there really was much to see.

Don't say Primrose Everdeen, don't say Primrose Everdeen, don't say Primrose Everdeen, don't say Primrose Everdeen, she kept thinking to herself as she watched Tinket's hand slowly dipping into the bowl, the woman evidently trying to prolong the entire process to build suspense for the viewers. When she heard the hostess call out Prim's name in that shrill, obnoxious voice of hers, Katniss didn't even believe it. She thought that it was still just in her head, her own imagination playing out a worst case scenario, but then the blood froze in her veins as the reality of the situation began to settle in.

She moved towards the edge of the group that she was in to get a better look, waiting for the chosen tribute to make her way to the pathway in the middle of the plaza, and sure enough she saw Prim's little form reluctantly emerging from the youngest group of girls. Instantly overcome with panic, her chest tightening up so hard that she could hardly even breathe, Katniss shoved her way through the other girls until she reached the center pathway as well. "PRIM!!" she called out, the fear and concern more than obvious in her voice as two Peacekeepers grabbed her shoulders, forcibly blocking her and trying to push her back. Her little sister glanced over her shoulder at the sound of her voice, and even from that distance, Katniss could see the terror in sweet little Prim's eyes.

Katniss knew that her sister was very different from her, and not just physically. She was gentle and kindhearted, wanting to be a healer like their mother. Prim just wanted to help people, not kill them, she couldn't even hurt a fly. Not to mention that she was only twelve. Her chances of survival in the games would be less than nothing, Katniss knew. "NOOO!!" she howled in protest, struggling in vain against the the Peacekeepers, "PRIM! PRIM!!" Two more Peacekeepers were ushering her sister forward towards the stage. Kat was helpless, there was nothing that she could do. No, there was one thing.

"I VOLUNTEER!" she called out, staring up at Effie Trinket, who seemed shocked by the new development. "I volunteer as tribute for District 12." When the hostess acknowledged her and motioned for the Peacekeepers to step aside, Kat ran as fast as he could in her dress to join Prim, getting down on one knee to hug her little sister tightly. She could hear Prim sobbing, which made her own eyes well up with tears. Kat didn't want to ever let go, but she knew that she had to. "Prim, go find mom. Go!" Now it was Prim screaming her name, refusing to let go, but Katniss managed to wrench herself away, even though it broke her heart to do so. But if she didn't do it, she knew that the Peacekeepers would separate them instead, and they weren't known for their gentleness.

Still in shock, Katniss stumbled her way up to the stage, her heart pounding heavily in the back of her throat as she tried to put on a strong face, blinking to dry her eyes, not wanting to cry now with all of the cameras on her.
 
When the name was called out by the colorful escort, Troy’s heart nearly dropped to his feet. His mouth stood agape as he slowly turned his head to look at Katniss and Prim, his eyes threatening to fill with tears but he just couldn’t do anything. There was his Katniss, being taken away from him by the Capitol. “Katniss…” He whimpered but his voice didn’t come out higher than a whisper. After trying to rebuild himself up and standing straight as the male tribute was about to be reaped next once Katniss was in place with that sad, blank look on her pretty face.

Effie Trinket cheerily chirped that she would read the male’s name now as she sauntered over to the glass bowl with the pieces of paper. She lowered her powdered and made up hand down into the bowl and swished some of the names over and over each other. Troy had made up though, that he was going to volunteer too. He couldn’t just sit around at home and hope that Katniss was okay- he would make sure himself. He had just come to terms with himself and what he was going to do when Effie read the male’s name. He wouldn’t have to volunteer at all… it was him. “Troy Smith.” Effie called out happily, grinning from ear to ear as the path around Troy cleared immediately, the dull, devastated look still on his face.

Slowly, Troy forced his feet to move towards the stage, looking right up in front. His chest was out, his back was straight and he looked like an intimidating, 6 feet and 3 inches tall man that could be a favorite to win. He wouldn’t be weak in front of the cameras, he was thinking like Katniss. Once he walked up the few stairs to the stage and was standing in front of Katniss, Effie demanded them to shake hands and he did, reaching over and grabbing her hand shakily, looking into her eyes. Two lovers pitted against each other. Troy already knew he wasn’t leaving alive. Katniss was going to be okay. She would win.

After that, they didn’t get a chance to speak before being separated and moved to say their goodbyes in the room. Troy’s parents, sister, and a few friends came in to bid him goodbye. He still stayed strong and his aprents had that look in their eye like they knew what he was planning, that he wanted to get Katniss out. Once it was just him and his parents, his mom spoke up. “Troy… we love you, no matter what…” She said with a nod as she hugged him. “Katniss… can’t die… I couldn’t come back knowing that she wasn’t here with me.” Troy whispered back and squeezed his eyes closed.

“I know, sweetie… I know… We know that you love her… if that’s what you feel is best… then get that girl home.” His mother said reluctantly and nodded, wiping her eyes along with his father. Troy’s parents raised him right. They told him that if he said that he loved a girl, that he should mean it and be willing to die for he if necessary. They didn’t ever think this situation would come up, but it did and they could see the determination. After one heartfelt goodbye, Troy was ushered up onto the train, now standing in one of the cars as he waited for Katniss to get there next.
 
"No, no, no..." Katniss muttered to herself when she heard the name of the male tribute being read out loud. She took a couple of steps towards Effie Trinket, wanting to rip the little envelope out of her perfectly manicured hands to see it for herself, refusing to believe that fate could possibly be so cruel. Before she could reach the woman, though, two more Peacekeepers stepped in to restrain her, probably fearing that Katniss wanted to attack her or something.

She could only watch helplessly as the only other person in the world who she loved as much as her sister walked up to the stage, and this time there was nothing that she could do to save him. The Games hadn't even started yet, and Katniss had already lost. There couldn't be a good outcome from there, no matter what happened. Settling back into another state of shock, this one ever worse than the last, she seemed to have calmed down even though it was far from the truth, so the Peacekeepers released her, though they remained close for the rest of the ceremony which went by like a hazy blur.

Next thing Kat knew, she was in a room with her family, and she had to compose herself. For them. She put on the bravest face that she could, trying to tell them not to worry, but her mother and even young Prim both understood the gravity of the situation, especially with the boy that she loved having been selected as the other tribute. As for Katniss, she was afraid that that they wouldn't be able to survive without her, but she gave her the best instructions that she could. The only silver lining was knowing that Troy's family would probably help out however they could, since they were just as kind as he was, and their families had gotten pretty close over the past months.

The time allotted for farewells seemed to be over as soon as it began, and after a heart-wrenching goodbye, Katniss was rushed on to the train that led to the Capitol where she was reunited with Troy. It was the first time ever that she hadn't been happy to see him. She wished that he was still in the district with everybody else, where he'd be safe and able to help take care of her mother and sister. But instead he was here, thrown into the same cruel game as her, one in which they'd be expected to kill not only other innocent tributes, but also each other.

Katniss just stood in the doorway of the train car, her eyes filled with sadness and despair as the tears that she'd been holding back since the Reaping finally came flowing down her cheeks. "It's not fair..." she said weakly, her shoulders drooping as she sank down to her knees and started sobbing openly.
 
After Katniss had made it onto the train, Troy just sadly looked over at her for a brief moment. He couldn’t stand to see that look of sadness in her oh so beautiful eyes. She shouldn’t have to go through this. No one ever should, especially not his Katniss. Once she slumped to the ground, Troy approached her slowly and knelt down beside her, wrapping his arms around her small frame.

Regardless of what may happen in the Games, Troy realized that they don’t have all that much time left together now. If someone is going to get him to take his arms away from Katniss, they will have to literally pry him away from her.

It truly wasn’t fair how these two lovers were pitted in this situation against each other. Plus, it was Prim’s first year and her name was only in the bowl one time. It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t fair at all. Troy didn’t know what to do or what to say so instead he just held onto her, held onto her for dear life.

The floor wasn’t the most comfortable place to be at that moment. They might as well make the most of the Capitol’s luxurious chairs, he supposed. Keeping his arms around her, he lifted her from the ground like she was no more than a feather and started to carry her over to one of the couches. He took a seat, still caressing her body against his and pressing a kiss onto her cheek, moving to wipe away her tears with his thumb.


Troy had not the first idea on how he should comfort Katniss in a situation like this- or how to comfort himself, even. However, whenever she had been upset about something before, he would just sing to her. He thought of one of the songs that she liked, The Valley song, and started to softly sing it to her, his hands moving through her hair in a soothing manner. His voice was actually quite heavenly and beautiful. He only would sing for Katniss though, never for anyone else.
 
Katniss instinctively wrapped her arms around Troy when he knelt down to hold her, pulling him tightly against her. She could see in his eyes that he was just as devastated as her, even though he was keeping a braver face on than her, and that just made her sob even harder. The thought that they'd never be together again regardless of what happened in the Games was just unbearable. It felt like her heart was being torn apart.

The most likely outcome was for neither of them to make it out alive, since theirs was historically the least successful district in the Games, with the winners being countable on one hand with fingers to spare. As Troy lifted her up and carried her over to one of the couches in the luxurious train car, however, Katniss resolved to make sure that he was the one who made it back. She knew that he would certainly be thinking the same thing about her, and that it would be hopeless trying to talk him out of it, but she would find a way to make it happen somehow.

The world was a better place with Troy in it. Unlike her, he was outgoing and gregarious, loved by just about everybody that he came into contact with. He had so much potential to do wonderful things, while she would always just be that scruffy girl from the Seam, even if she won the games and moved into one of the mansions in Victor's Village. No, it made much more sense for it to be Troy.

Even now, while Kat was breaking down and balling, he was still trying to console her with his sublime singing. It didn't stop fresh tears from streaming down her cheeks after he'd wiped them away, but his voice did soothe her somewhat, at least for the moment. "Thanks," she said, sniffling as she rubbed a hand lightly over Troy's chest. "I should have known that things were too good to be true. Whatever happens, just know that I love you with all my heart, Troy Smith." Raising her hand to cup his cheek, she leaned in for a long, intimate kiss. "They can't take that away from us, at least."
 
Troy listened to her and nodded. He could tell that she wanted to get him home alive. There was the big conflict, he wouldn’t, he couldn’t go home without the love of his life. Her death isn’t something he could just move past and go onto the next girl… he could never love someone else. It’s like his heart is reserved only for Katniss and only Katniss forever. He couldn’t lose her, he couldn’t.

“I love you too, Katniss Everdeen. I love you more than anyone has ever loved someone else before. You’re the very reason for my existence… I… I can’t lose you Katniss, you’re all I have and all I could ever want. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid in these Games and I’ll do the same. We will fight together, side by side for as long as we can, okay?” He asked, glancing right into her eyes as a tear finally rolled down his cheek.

Maybe if they fought until the final two and refused to hurt each other, maybe something could happen? He didn’t know but their love was worth it and worth finding out what they could do. Katniss was his and his only and he was hers and hers only. It wouldn’t make sense any other way.

“I love you Katniss, so, so much.” He added in a whisper, bringing her lips back against his for another long, intimate kiss. After pulling away, he heard the door slide open. He glanced over to see Effie Trinket all happy as ever, walking across the cart. She was the one that pulled the names. “Well well, what is this? Don’t you know it’s rude to show public affection?” She scoffed in that posh accent, giving some spill about manners and something else about their mentor Haymitch would be here soon.

Troy didn’t let go of Katniss, he would never let go of her, figuratively and literally. The door slid open again and this time an old, blonde man with longer hair than average stumbled drunkenly into the doorway. Haymitch Abernathy- the drunk mess that was supposed to help Troy or Katniss win… the odds weren’t in their favor at all this year.
 
This time it was Kat's turn to wipe the singular tear away from Troy's cheek as she nodded in accord with him, "Don't worry, I promise." It was the first time she'd ever lied to him, and she didn't want to, but it was for his own good. Under normal circumstances, Katniss wasn't particularly skilled at acting or lying, but on this occasion she made succeeded in being very convincing, only because she was doing it to save the love of her life.

Of course, she would fight alongside him until the very end, assuming they even made it that far by some miracle, but after that she would make sure that Troy was the one who walked out of the arena. One thing that Katniss had in spades was force of will and stubbornness, so when she set her mind to something, it was extremely difficult to get her to change it. She gave Troy one last kiss before Effie Trinket barged in unannounced through one of the train car's two doors.

"It wasn't public until you showed up," Katniss grumbled gloomily at the woman, placing part of the blame for what was happening to them on her, as irrational as that was. It just pissed her off how Effie acted so bubbly and positive while she and Troy were practically being sentenced to death. Straightening her dress and sitting more properly on the couch, she tuned Effie out while the woman rambled on about manners and other nonsense, her attention only perking up once Haymitch Abernathy walked in.

Or stumbled in, rather, as he was obviously intoxicated. Katniss could practically smell the alcohol on him from across the car. "Well, well..." he started, wobbling from side to side before steadying himself against a cabinet, "would you look at that? Seems we've got ourselves a real love story with a tragic ending." He grinned mirthlessly at Kat and Troy, having apparently gotten wind of their relationship before meeting them.

Kat's initial reaction was outrage, a blaze of anger suddenly erupting in her grey eyes, replacing the sadness that filled them only a moment earlier. Haymitch's own eyes seem to light up slightly in response to that, not that she noticed. "Is that all you have to say?!" she shouted, pushing herself up to her feet suddenly, which drew a dramatic gasp out of Effie. "It's no wonder that all of our tributes die with you as their mentor! You don't even care." She was so angry that she just blurted out the most hurtful words that she could think of.

"That's good, you'll need that fire..." Haymitch replied, nodding slightly to himself before taking a swig from the silver canteen that he held in his hand.

He tried to hide it, but Katniss could read the suffering on the man's face, causing her to immediately regret how harsh she'd been. Just like everyone else in District 12, she knew all about Haymitch's story. He was their only living victor, so his tale was told quite often, especially in the months preceding the Games each year. In the open, people mostly talked about his triumph, but everyone had heard the hushed whispers about how his entire family had been killed as retribution for the manner in which he'd won. That was a fate infinitely more cruel than death, and Katniss couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be in his shoes. What would she become if she lost her mother, Prim and Troy all in one fell swoop? How would she carry on?

"I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," Katniss mumbled, her cheeks blushing as she sat back down, feeling completely ashamed of herself.
 
Katniss’ outburst wasn’t necessarily unexpected by Troy. Even him, the calm, gentle giant, was outraged by Haymitch’s remark. Katniss was just more obvious and eager to show it. After she sat back down, Troy put his hand on her knee and rubbed it softly to try and calm her. He heard Effie mutter something under her breath about how bad their manners were and how oblivious she was to the things that were happening sickened Troy. Now he watched as the man whom is supposed to help them prepare for the games started to drink more and more, downing glass after glass of whatever alcohol was in the train car. He smelled terrible and he was so dirty. His facial hair was gruff and unruly and his buttons on his shirt weren’t even buttoned together correctly.

It was clear that he was in a rut in his life, but after hearing what happened to him, Troy couldn’t really blame him. He just hoped that wouldn’t happen to Katniss after these Games are over. Things were getting quieter and it looked like Haymitch was going to speak but then he suddenly just vomited all over himself and his clothes. Troy wondered just how much alcohol he had so far today. Clearly, way too much.

Effie gasped and stood up, trying to clean him up with some of the napkins and towels but it was just too disgusting for her posh, Capitol self. Effie then just shooed Troy and Katniss to the back as she called for an avox to come and clean Haymitch up. Troy felt so bad for those people, having their tongue cut out at the hands of the Capitol. It was really sad and showed how evil the Capitol really was.

On the way to their bedrooms, Effie gave them a grand tour of sorts through the cars and all the luxtury that they had. Troy had to admit as much as he hated all this, it was actually very nice. But with all the districts starving and struggling, ,the Capitol is using this much money for these tributes who will probably die in two weeks? It didn’t make sense.

Finally, they stopped in front of a door which was Katniss’ room and the one beside it was Troys. Effie hurried off after letting them know what the rooms were and was gone out of sight. Troy glanced at Katniss and sighed softly. Of course, they wouldn’t stay in separate rooms. Troy wanted to hold Katniss for as long as possible. He knew how close they were to not being able to be with each other and he wanted to cherish each moment they had left. He followed her into her room and then wrapped his arms around her from behind as they stood there in the middle of the floor, all quiet except for the noises that were from the humming of the train.
 
Katniss felt even more disheartened when Haymitch threw up all over himself, thinking that they were just absolutely doomed with how much of a mess he was. She watched sadly as an almost hysterical Effie called in an avox to clean their mentor up and lead him away. Avoxes were yet another reminder of the Capitol's cruelty and the tyrannical rule of President Snow. Probably trying to brush the whole disastrous situation under the rug, Effie then whisked them away for a more extensive tour of the train, which Katniss couldn't really care less about at that point.

All of the beauty and luxury felt foreign and useless to her, and she couldn't help but think that it was all build from the misery and suffering of others. She felt almost guilty about enjoying any of it, although she supposed that it didn't really make any sort of difference now. Remaining silent for the tour, Kat waited for Effie to take her leave before stepping into her temporary room for the trip to the Capitol.

Katniss felt Troy follow and press himself against her as he embraced her from behind, and she just stood there for a while, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against him. He was her rock, holding her up when she was too weak to stand on her own, both literally and figuratively. And despite how grim their circumstances were, she wanted to make the most of their time left together. "Come on," she said softly, taking his hand and leading him to the bed, which was a little small for two people, but they could certainly manage.

Kat laid down and invited him to join her. "Do you still remember our first date?" she asked, her voice regaining a sweeter tone now. "I still do, like it was yesterday. I wish we could go back and stay there forever. Just me, you and the forest...we should have run away when we had the chance, huh?" Of course they never would have abandoned their families like that, but it was nice to dream. They didn't have much left but dreams at this point. "I'd hunt and keep you fed, and you'd keep me safe like you did when we met. My hero," she purred, pulling him close.
 
When Katniss took his hand, he nodded along and followed her to the small bed. It was clearly created for just a singular person but they could deal with it. After she had lay down on the bed, Troy joined her and let one arm drape over her body. He listened to her talk with a small smile on his face. He also knew that they wouldn’t leave their families behind, but as Katniss thought, it was nice to just dream.

“Of course I remember. It was the day after we met. Your hair was in that cute little braid and we met right after school. Of course, I am sure you remember the fun that we had in the forest on the blanket.” He teased at her with a playful wink before kissing her cheek. “Maybe we should have run away… we could have made it. You and me and our love… just hunting and protecting each other… I would have loved it. I don’t need anything else in this world. Just you. I love you.” He said with a little sigh and then leaned down to gently press his lips against hers.

He thought about the memories that they have shared so far. They have been together for just a few days under ten months. He was counting every day because he loved her so much. Every day was the best day of his life when he was with Katniss. He had never been so happy before. His friends knew it, his family knew it, and everyone could see how happy he was. Always smiling, always laughing and always with Katniss.

People finally started to accept their relationship when they saw how serious they were into it. They didn’t do much with public affection other than a hug or a kiss but people could just see. The way Katniss would get snappy if she heard some girls murmuring about Troy, the way Troy would get angry if someone said something mean to Katniss, and the way they smiled at each other every day.

After moving back to reality, he glanced into her eyes and kissed her again. “You do understand that you’re perfect, right?” He asked in a whisper, the smile still on his face.
 
Kat's eyes were still red and swollen from crying, but Troy's recollection of their first date still put a happy smile on her lips. Of course, she also remembered the fun that they'd had that day after their little picnic. It had been absolutely perfect, just one of the many memories they'd forged together which she knew she'd remember for the rest of her life, though it didn't seem like that would be such a long time anymore.

Regardless, Katniss preferred to die having known Troy's love - even if it was only for ten months or so - rather than living to old age without having experienced it. She would cherish every moment they'd spent together, as well as every one that they had left.

"No," she shook her head when Troy asked if she understood that she was perfect, "but as long as you think so, that's all I need." Kat pulled him into another kiss, one which she was reluctant to end for at least the next couple of minutes. "Just stay hold me tight," she asked, doing the same to him as she finally succumbed to the exhaustion and stress of the day, drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

A few hours later, a knock at the door startled Kat out of her slumber. It was Effie summoning them to another meeting with Haymich to discuss strategy for the Games, making an effort to sound a bit more human then before. "O- Okay," Kat replied through the door, waiting for the woman to leave before lightly rocking Troy's shoulder to wake him. He'd always been more of a heavy sleeper than her. "Hey," she whispered softly, running the back of her hand over his forehead, "our highly esteemed mentors want to talk to us again...hopefully with less throwing up involved."
 
Troy didn’t say another word after Katniss said to hold her, he just obliged to her wishes and held her tighter than ever before. Even though it was such a stressing situation, the feeling of her small form in his arms could lull him to sleep quicker than he could ever fall asleep alone. There was no better feeling than holding Katniss as he slept, regardless of where they were. He could only hope that their nights in the arena were as close to this as possible. Maybe they could find somewhere to hide and just hold each other the entire Games. Troy wouldn’t mind that at all.

When Katniss shook him awake, he slowly opened his eyes, her red, swollen grey eyes were the first thing that he saw. The reality hit him of where they were once she spoke and he sighed softly. “If he vomits on me, then we might fight.” He said teasingly, trying to make things less tense now. The last thing he wanted to think about were the Games and strategy but they were in District 12, they needed a strategy and they needed to plan hard and long if either were going to win. One of them had to.

“Okay, let’s go.” He murmured and stood up with a yawn. He looked outside and saw it was getting dark, maybe about dinner time. He smelled the food and figured they were talking over dinner. He took Katniss’ hand in his before walking out to the food cart of the train. There, Haymich, Effie, and two open spots were sitting along with an incredible collection of food, even making Troy gasp and how much there was. He glanced at Katniss and sighed before relasing her hand. Their seats were at the total opposite ends of the table. Too far away for Troy but they really couldn’t do much. He took his seat and scooted up his chair and looked around from the food then to the mentor and escort then to Katniss. “Go ahead, eat.” Effie chirped cheerily and smiled. “It’s all for you two.”
 
"Yeah, best keep our distance," Katniss replied, smirking slightly at Troy. She appreciated his efforts to lighten to mood, showcasing that unyielding positivity of his that she found so endearing. He actually resembled Prim quite a lot in that aspect, which balanced out her more cynical outlook. They just completely and complemented one another perfectly in every way.

They climbed out of bed after lounging for another few seconds and began making their way to the cart containing the dining room, which was where Effie told them to meet her and Haymitch. Her stomach rumbled before they got there as she was able to smell the fresh, delicious aroma of food even from the adjacent train car, reminding Kat that she was starving. It was already dark out, and she'd been so nervous that morning that she skipped breakfast, so she hadn't eaten anything since the previous day.

The seating arrangement at the dining table wasn't ideal, but she and Troy would still be seated only a few feet away from each other, so it wasn't too bad. And the food looked and smelled absolutely divine, causing Kat's mouth to water. She hesitated for a brief moment when Effie invited them to eat, but then she helped herself to a fresh loaf of bread and a roasted chicken leg, holding it in her hand and hungrily ripping into it. Not only was it delicious, but Katniss also got a good deal of satisfaction out of watching Effie's horrified reaction.

As for Haymitch, he seemed at least relatively sober this time, and he too seemed rather amused by Kat's antics and the expression on Effie's heavily powdered face. That made her like him a little bit more, so she listened while he started explaining some of the more intricate rules about the Games, placing special emphasis on the Sponsors and how they could provide invaluable support, as long as she and Troy were likable enough to earn their favor. In fact, he even seemed to think that their relationship might give them an advantage in that regard, which was quite different from the seemingly scornful outlook that he'd adopted earlier. He had Kat's attention, even though she knew that she'd be a lot better at surviving in the arena as opposed to the whole being likable to the public part.
 
Troy grabbed a grilled chicken breast and some bread and some mashed potatoes. It was a very nice meal and Troy happily ate it. Might as well take advantage of it while he can, he supposed. Haymitch continued to speak and Troy was listening too since he seemed to somewhat give a damn now about his tributes. But he couldn’t blame him. He’s done this for so long, every year his tributes die, why should he care now? That’s not fair to Troy and Katniss but it was the way reality was.

“Now, something tells me that the boy is more likeable than Katniss.” Haymitch said and nodded to Troy. “He looks nice, he’s tall, good-looking, the girls will all love him. He could be a national sweetheart, I can tell he has a way with words.” He said giving something like a smile to Troy. Troy never looked at himself like that. He thought he was just average, he didn’t know that all the girls at school were swooning over him and so jealous of Katniss, “And you, Katniss.” Haymitch said, moving his finger, pointing at her. “You must have a temper and you probably aren’t that likeable to anyone else other than Troy here, so, just let him do the talking when you have to talk. Make sure the crowd gets into the relationship too. Exaggerate if you have to. Say things like he saved your life or something like that. And say just how much you love each other. The Capitol loves a good sob story, they really do. The more sad you make it, the more they will love it. Just keep that in mind.” Haymitch said with a nod.

It was ironic how Troy really had saved her life. They would have some good material to say to the Capitol and sponsors. They wouldn’t have to make anything up. Their relationship was really perfect, well, except for the part about being in the Games. Haymitch spoke some more, mostly about interview angles and such. He told Troy to be the sweetheart and he was still confused on what to do for Katniss, because it was clear that she wasn’t too good with the public love part.
 
With food in her belly and their mentor actually getting involved with helping them as opposed to just getting wasted again, Katniss was feeling considerably better. Not good, but better. There was a glimmer of hope now, at least, especially since Haymitch seemed to know what he was talking about.

Katniss couldn't disagree about the man's assessment of Troy, who was definitely much more personable than her, so it was the smarter play to let him do most of the talking. She did, however, narrow her eyes at Haymitch when he started in on her, laying it on pretty thick as if she was the most hateable person ever or something. "Okay, come on, I'm not that bad!" Kat tried to defend herself. She glared at Haymitch for a few seconds longer before bursting out into laughter, even snorting a bit as she realized how ridiculous she probably looked, like a slob still holding on to her half-eaten chicken leg.

She put it back down on the plate and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand on purpose just to draw another horrified look out of Effie. "Fine, fine, I'll try no to embarrass you on television in front of all of Panem, Mr. Perfect," she teased Troy, poking her tongue out at him.

On another positive note, her and Troy's relationship seemed to line up very well with the story that Haymitch was suggesting they go with, so that was convenient. It took a lot less work to make the truth believable, not to mention reducing the odds of one of them - probably her - screwing up at some point.

"So, tell me about some of your strengths, what are you bringing to the table?" Haymitch asked, looking first at Katniss then at Troy with a slightly curious, maybe even excited look on his face, like he was actually starting to believe in them to some degree.

"I'm good with a bow." Kat went first. "I know how to make traps, hunt, forage, some basic first aid...that kind of stuff."
 
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