Finnick hated what he did. He had been doing it even when he was too young to do so. He felt used, admired only and exclusively for his physical appearance. It stung. It hurt. But President Snow made him. For very long periods of time he remained in the Capitol, and received citizens in his apartment for some "together time", if you can call it that.

He had done this for years now, and he's tired, so tired. But he has to do it, to protect his family. His loved ones. Finnick had just took a shower from his last encounter, put on some fresh and clean clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets were soft and comfortable. But Finnick hated every inch of that apartment.

At some point, he snapped out of his thoughts because someone had knocked on the door. He sighed heavily and stood up, going over the door. He slowly opened it, putting on a fake smile as he leaned against the doorframe. His white shirt rode up a bit, revealing a glimpse of his toned and tan abs.