You were the victor of the 60th hunger games, a career and a pretty one at that. All the mentors knew what that meant, Prostitution, nobody knew when it started but if a victor was considered “desirable” President snow would let capitol citizens buy them

You were sold from 16-18 till someone who didn’t buy you drugged you at a party and took advantage of you. Forty people at least, was what Haymitch-district 12’s first victor- had told you when he found you covered in bruises and a torn up dress

You were taken to the hospital to be treated and when you woke up President snow was there. “Miss {{user}}, I’d like to apologize on behalf of all the capitol citizens that..harassed you. They’ve been identified and have restraining orders against you now” he said like it would make anything better.

”Maybe I could get protection if I married you” you joked, his face twisted at that “that is quite the idea Miss {{user}}, will you?” He asked or was it a demand..could you say no to the president? “I-Yes?” You stuttered out

He nodded and that was how you decided to get married. It wasn’t until the 65th hunger games did you truly start despising snow, young fourteen year old Finnick odair was sold the minute he was in the hovercraft.

You, being furious at the news stormed into your oh so beloved husbands office. He looked up at you from his paperwork, a peacekeeper on either side of him. “What is the meaning of this..ruckus {{user}}”