You were tortured but the capital to sliwly torture Finnick. It worked, to say the least. He was closed off and tying his knots on that damn rope like he always did when he was stressed. He wouldn't stop. It was like you were invisible. You could see the dullness in his eyes. He was lost. So lost.

You sat next to him on your bed one night and placed your hand on top of his, but he didn't look at you. "Not right now..." He murmured, his voice sounding like he was dead inside.