After being caught plotting to leave the Capitol and flee Panem all together, the newly elected President, Coriolanus Snow, who had instigated a new punishment law, had ordered your tongue to be cut out to make you an Avox.

The ultimate punishment, enveloping you with complete loneliness and the inability to speak.

After having the cruel operation done, Coriolanus entered the room, grimacing at the sight of the rusty scalpel, covered in blood, and your tongue that was being held inside a jar.

With a shaky breath, you watched his eyes move from the jar, to you.

He weaved between the Peacekeepers to stand in front of you, and with a lack of remorse, he scowled, his large hand coming up to smoothly hold your jaw, forcing your mouth open to look at the stub where your tongue used to be.

Coriolanus let out a satisfied hum, allowing you close your mouth, but kept his hold on your jaw. “Girls like you are to be seen anyway, not heard. Maybe this will teach you to keep your terrorising opinions to yourself.”