-Katniss P.O.V.-

My mind drifts back to the arena, where two days felt like two months. That's how I feel right now, as I lay in the same bed for the past week. The room has a tainted smell of vomit and sweat, as that's almost all that's come from me. My wrists and ankles are torn with rope burn from the countless times I've been pulling at them. Small amounts of dried blood stain my skin and bed sheets from pulling so roughly, bruises sprinkled across my body, but I couldn't seem to care. The only thing I care about is my child, and the thought of its chance of survival.

Though Gale's emotions towards me change frequently throughout each day, he still feeds me two to three times everyday. Even though it's small portions, I find myself grateful that I'm getting anything. Anything is better than nothing for my child. And even though 90% of the time the food comes back up in a few hours against my will, I tell myself that it's good enough to keep my child alive. I don't know how much longer I can lie to myself about that, though.

Every night I wake up screaming, dreaming about what happened five years ago. As the tears roll down my puffy cheeks, I dred on when it will happen again. I think back to the times Gale put himself on me against my will, and wonder towards if he'll do it this time around. Thankfully, he hasn't laid a finger on me, unless it's to hit me.

In the past seven days that I've been here, I've tried to be nice to Gale. When I act the way he wants, he isn't as harmful, and my goal is to use that to my advantage. All I need to do is to get him to untie me from the bed, and once he's gone, I can get away. The window looks big enough for me to squeeze through, and by then I can be long gone from here, and back to Peeta.

Peeta. I can only imagine what he is going through right now. In these past few months his control over his episodes have been more on the unstable end for our pleasure, but the pressure of all of this must be growing on him rapidly. Haymitch must be doing the best he can for Peeta's sake, but there is only so much he can do. I can't help but feel as if this is all my fault; that I got taken, that Peeta must be worried out of his mind, that our child might die. Knowing that this doubt isn't good for me, I try to shake it out of my head. I need to think of a plan to convince Gale to give me more leeway. As I'm beginning to process an idea in my head, the door opens to a face that I've seen once before.

As the man walks into the room, I sit up straighter, practically pulling myself out of the bed. Tears begin to stream effortlessly down my face as I realize that I've just been rescued, they found me. I remember him sitting at the table with all of us in the Capitol, and now they have found me and he came in here to get me. I try to make words through my tears, but they only come out in gasps.

"I see you remember me, Reedus, from the Capitol? I was there to aid in finding the poor cruel man who has been making a mockery out of you all over Panem?" The tears get caught in my throat as a grin appears on Reedus's face.

"Starting to catch on? I'm not here to rescue you, Katniss Mellark. I'm here to make sure no one ever finds you." Reedus slowly walks over to the side of my bed and sits next to my feet. Instinctively, I pull away as much as the ropes will let me, but I can't help but feel completely exposed.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why am I doing this? Oh, Katniss, do you know how much I'm getting paid to do this? Much more than you would ever deserve. Now don't worry, I know what you must be thinking. Beetee and the President are not involved in this, but it's a shame that they're not. They're too blind helping your poor husband and drunkard of a friend." At the sound of Peeta's name, another round of tears fall down my face.

"You leave Peeta out of this or I swear to God-" Before my words could finish leaving my mouth, Reedus reaches over and takes my jaw in his hand, "You what? You'll stick an arrow through my head? Sorry to let you down, Sweetheart, but you aren't getting your hands on anything any time soon."

I rip my face out of his grasp, leaving nail marks on my face, "What are you doing in here?"

"Gale asked for me to check on you, he's a little preoccupied at the moment." Reedus moves slightly up the bed so that he is sitting next to my stomach. His hand leaves his lap and glides up to touch my stomach, which is currently exposed. His cold hand sends shivers down my spine, "Don't you dare touch me."

"Or else what?" His hand starts to travel upwards, going from my fingers, to my arms, my ribs, and then to my breast. My breast have become significantly swollen in the past few days from my body preparing to have my child. At that moment I crane my neck forward as much as I can and bite his hand. Reedus hisses out in pain, pulling his hand back with blood coming to the surface. He shakes it a few times then roughly grabs my face, "Don't test me. You don't want to see me when I get angry." He then forcefully pulls me forward and latches his lips onto mine. It tastes like tobacco and sweat. I yank my head away, refusing to make eye contact.

He laughs, "That's what I thought. Oh, and don't tell Gale about this," As he rises from the bed, he grabs the bottom hem of my shirt and rips it up the middle to right below my breasts, "Oops."

I keep my eyes down until he leaves the room, then I let my screams of Peeta's name echo throughout the room.

-Peeta P.O.V-

One week later and the black vehicle has yet to be found. It's as if it dropped off the face of the planet. We only had the image of the vehicle in our heads, for it was wiped out, as well as the other video camera recordings, just hours after we found it. Separate teams have countlessly searched the surrounding areas of where we saw the recording, but nothing was found. Not even tire marks, footprints, nothing.

Last night I woke up to a round of terrifying screams, but they turned out to be my own. Haymitch and Johanna rushed in, only to find me covered in sweat and tears. They both stayed by my side the rest of the night, even after my demands for them to sleep. Last night made me stronger for today, today has to be the day.

As Haymitch, Johanna, Effie and I enter the room we know all too well now, we are greeted with tired eyes by President Paylor, Beetee, and Reedus. Thom and Delly walk in silently moments after us. Even Paylor looks like she hasn't gotten a wink of sleep, "Pleasure to see you all."

The four of us sit in the same seats we dread sitting in. There's cups of coffee on the table, but no one reaches for one even though we are all in desperate need for caffeine. "As we speak, Beetee is attempting to revive the video footage. We're trying a different tactic this time that we're hoping whoever is doing this didn't think of."

Everyone's attention snaps towards Johanna, who slams her fists on the table. The impact sends a coffee mug which sits on a corner crashing to the floor, but no one seems to motion towards it. Her eyes, which are almost bloodshot, are tired and sunken in. "God dammit, don't you think at this point they have thought of everything?"

Just then, everyone's eyes get drawn to the middle of the table as color gets brought to life. "What in the world…" Beetee barely speaks above a whisper.

Everyone is silent, either standing or perched at the edge of their seat. In front of us is footage of a small room waiting to press play. At first, the visual is too blurry to be made out, but once Beetee presses play, everything becomes all too real. In the corner of the room is Katniss, lying tied up and nearly exposed, her shirt ripped nearly to the top and wearing only undergarments.

"Katniss-" My voice cuts off, barely able to take in air. My hands fly to my hair, nearly pulling every end out. As the video plays, the noise begins to fill in with it. My heart stops beating. Throughout the room plays the curtailing screams of Katniss, my name coming out of her mouth. My legs become weak, my body sinking down and into my seat.

"Oh my, who would ever dare to do this," Effie speaks, her voice shocked by what's in front of her. Tears stream silently down her face, creating streaks in her makeup.

"Shut it off," Haymitch mumbles, and when a few seconds pass with it continuing to play, his voice rises, almost shaking the floor, "Shut this damn thing off, Beetee!"

Reedus reaches over the table, slamming his hand onto a button, and the footage is gone. His eyes look as if they're almost bulged out of his head, his heart visibly pounds against his chest. It catches me off guard at first, but what was just played in front of us has shaken everyone. The sound of Delly holding back tears echoes throughout the room.

I can almost smell her. The smell of ivory is like it's in the room, as if it came with the video. Images of Katniss in the room pop up in my head, blocking the real world out. Sweating, dirty, nearly naked. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, thinking about her health, and the baby's.

"She's alive, Peeta," Johanna says, though she knows that won't do much help.

"She's alive, but for how long? Did you see her? The baby…" I can't seem to continue my sentence, as it pains me to the core.

"Don't think about that, don't think about the negative outcomes of this. Think that she's alive, and that we have that footage. Beetee is going to scan what we have of that room and try to locate it. We have something here," President Paylor says.

"They're toying with us! Whoever this is knows that we can't get anything, and we aren't going to get anything from this. What if I don't get my family back? Are they just going to send us these videos until what? Until they decide that they don't want her anymore? I don't want to wait to find out, but we have nothing." My eyes fixate in the air to where the video was just playing moments ago. Every second the video went on, my heart skipped a beat, but during those seconds I knew that she was alive, as for our baby, I couldn't find an answer for.

"Peeta, I think you need to go back to the room and rest. This is taking a toll on you, and you don't want to have an episode on top of everything. We can handle this." Haymitch reaches over, putting his hand supportingly on my shoulder. I look at him, ready to start an argument, but Effie chimes in, "Peeta, Haymitch is right. You need rest, Katniss would want that."

"Katniss wants to be found, god dammit!" The words hurt my throat as I nearly scream. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. We have to have something. Whoever sent this footage has gotten cocky, showing us the exact room they hold my wife captive in. There has to be something in this video that leads us towards a clue. I open my eyes, "Play the tape again."

"Peeta we don't-" Thom speaks up but I cut him off, "There has to be something in this video that gives us a lead. Play it, now." Everyone in the room looks at each other and with a sigh, Beetee brings the tape back to life. I stare intently at the screen, listing to Katniss cry my name, praying for an answer.

-Katniss P.O.V.-

The sun in the window begins to set when the door opens again. Gale appears with a loaf of bread, though as he gets closer, I notice it's our favorite childhood bread. "Tonight is a special night miss Katniss. Look what I brought."

My stomach growls at the thought of eating the entire loaf, "It's our favorite bread. You remembered." I make a small smile appear on my lips, in hopes that being thoughtful would keep him in a good mood. A good enough mood that he would let me eat the entire thing. Gale sits down in the chair that has been left next to my bed, putting the plate down on the end table. He peers down at my ripped shirt, which has now almost completely unstitched from my stomach stretching the rest of the material. My breasts threaten to seep out, which Gale seems to notice. The slight smile drops from my face, trying to find a way to get his attention elsewhere, "Are we going to share the bread? Like old times?"

Thinking about the loaf again makes my stomach growl louder. Poppy Seed follows the growl with a rough kick. With my stomach fully exposed, you can visibly see her foot stretch out. Gale's eyes linger to my stomach and suddenly his hand is on it, where the baby kicks again, "It's tough, just like you. I wish we could of had one of our own." His eyes look up at me, his complexion drastically changing. He stares at me, his eyes full of lust and hunger. Within seconds he's out of his seat and kissing me. He is rough, one hand holding down my wrist and the other on my neck. My reaction is to pull back as much as possible, "Gale, I'm really hungry." My heart begins to pound, thinking back to what I thought earlier this morning. Hoping that this time he wouldn't touch me, that this wouldn't happen again. The baby start to kick constantly, as if knowing something is wrong. Gale sits up for a moment to knock the plate off the end table then is back down, his lips trailing my neck.

I start hyperventilating, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, please tell me this isn't happening. "Gale stop, please stop." I squirm underneath him, trying to get out of his grasp, "Please, you're going to hurt the baby. Please!" My voice starts to rise. He rises for a second, relief flushing through me as I think he is listening to my commands. But that second is gone as he tugs at his belt, sending his jeans to the floor. "No..no please don't do this." He ignores my pleas, climbing on top of me. His hands go to my underwear, grabbing it by the hem and ripping them in half. Tears pour down my face, I can't catch my breath. "Gale please, no, please I'll do anything, please stop." Words continue to slip from my mouth, constant begging.

I reach my hands up as far as the rope lets me, smashing my fists against him, anywhere that I can hit. He takes both of my wrists and slams them to the bed, his grip almost unbearable. And suddenly, I just stop fighting. If I keep fighting he will hurt me, and most importantly my baby. I need to think of my Poppy Seed. I need to keep my baby safe and healthy. I let my body go limp, silently letting the tears stream down my face. Within moments, I feel him inside of me, but I feel numb. His hand grabs my neck, not hard enough to stop my breathing but enough to make it difficult. As he thrusts violently into me, I think of my baby, hoping I will be able to hold her or him in my arms. Time feels as if it stopped moving until I feel Gale's weight leave my body. He stands up, putting his pants back on. Then he stares at me, then at the floor, picking up the loaf of bread that now has shattered glass on it. He tosses it at me then leaves the room, a smile on his face.

- Peeta P.O.V.-

We watched the video for hours, zooming in on every single inch of the room to try and find something, anything, that could tell us where she is. Nothing. Just the image of Katniss' dirty, exposed body and piercing screams stuck in our brains. Johanna sits beside me, shoving a plate of green beans and chicken in front of me, "Eat something. You need it." I stare back at her, giving a small nod. Eating is the last thing on my mind right now.

Everyone else seems to feel the same way, as I look around the room and most plates are still full of food. Effie stays a few rooms away to watch Finnick Jr and Grayson, saying the past few hours have been too heavy for her. The rest of us sit, almost emotionless as we try to think of something to give us headway. Suddenly, a bright object appears on the screen, making us jump.

"Beetee, did you put that up there?" Haymitch questions, sitting straight up in his seat. Beetee stares directly at the video waiting to play, "No, it seems as if we have our hacker present." My heart begins to beat faster in my chest, another video of Katniss. The room looks around at each other, fear clearly written on everyone's face. Beetee takes a glance at every person in the room, then plays the video.

There is Katniss, again lying on the bed, her clothes barely attached to her body. She sits up as somebody enters the room, but their body has been pixilated to the point where we can't make out the figure. "Oh my," Delly whispers, probably not even aware that she has spoken.

Suddenly, the audio begins to play and Katniss' voice fills the room, making my heart drop to my stomach. Whenever the figure speaks the audio goes silent, as well as when she must be saying their name. At first I take in the fact that they brought in food for her, that she is getting something to eat, but then my mind goes blank. There is a visible kick from Katniss' stomach, Poppy is alive. The figure puts their hand on her stomach, then jumps out of their seat and onto her. Katniss tries to fight them off, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. Multiple people gasp in the room, Johanna's hand flies onto mine, but I stay silent, paralyzed with what I'm witnessing. Then the figure stands, only to see the worst happen. I watch with wide eyes as the capture gets on top of my wife and takes advantage of her. Her screams fill the room until she only lets out tears.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Haymitch stand, throwing his coffee mug against the wall. I hear Thom consoling a crying Delly, Beetee and President Paylor look at the table in shock, tears streaming down their faces. I sit there, unable to move, to speak, to breathe. Katniss. My mind can't seem to process anything as I take in what has happened to her. My body has a mixture of anger, shock, disgust, all mashed up in one. My ears ring. I stare at the screen again to see the man stand up, throwing the piece of bread at her and leaving.

The video begins to play again until Reedus reaches over the table once again, pressing the pause button. My eyes flicker over to Reedus as he does so, noticing slight bruised indents on his hand. I think back to this morning when the first video appeared and how the entire time I was certain I could smell Katniss. Before I know it, I jump out of my seat and across the table, grabbing Reedus by the collar of his shirt, "What do you know!" I scream, my face inches away from his.

Everyone in the room goes silent, shocked at what they just witnessed. Haymitch comes to my side, trying to pry me off of Reedus, "Peeta, I know what you just watched is something we all wished to not have seen, but we all need to take a moment. You need to take a moment." His voice shakes, obviously not wanted to deal with me after what he has just seen.

I shake Haymitch's grasp off of me, shaking Reedus violently, "What the hell do you know? Answer me!" His eyes are wide as he stares at me, his mouth open. I feel Haymitch and Thom's arms elope around me, pulling me off of Reedus. I push the two of them off of me, "Stop! Look at his hand, it has bruises!"

Everyone in the room looks at me with solemn eyes, thinking that I'm grasping on to something for answers. Johanna walks around the table and grabs Reedus' hand, her eyes squinting, "These are bite marks," She all but whispers.

"I smelt her earlier, I could smell her in the room!" I shout, finally thinking that I have someone on my side. Delly speaks up after she hears my comment, "I thought I did too..I thought maybe I missed her so much…"

Thom and Haymitch let go of me and suddenly I am back on Reedus, my fist connecting to his face, "Tell me where she is you son-of-a-bitch!" At the same time, President Paylor presses a button on the wall which sends in a swarm of Peacekeepers, "Take Reedus into custody and ask him everything he knows. Use whatever force you may need to get answers."

I can't control my body as I send punch after punch on Reedus' face, "Where is she? Did you rape my wife? What did you do to her!" Profounities spill out of my mouth as Peacekeepers pull Reedus away, taking him out of the room.

Suddenly everything becomes too much for me and I crumble to the floor, shaking with fear, relief, and pain. This can all finally be over. The most painful week we have ever gone through, is going to be over soon. The thought of what Katniss must have endured this week makes my body shake even harder. It seemed as if she was finally coming to terms with this pregnancy and fully on board, if anything were to happen now...we would be broken.

The weight of arms enfold me. I look up to see Delly sitting by my side, holding me in her grasp. I cling onto my best friend, letting all the emotions I've been holding in fall out.

-Katniss P.O.V.-

My entire body aches. Not being able to stand and move around has begun to do a toll on me. The sound of an owl comes from outside, where the moon stands tall. Poppy Seed gives me a punch, notifying me that he or she must be awake now. "Good Morning sweet angel," I whisper, rubbing small circles on my stomach, "You hang in there, okay?" A tear falls from the side of my face. My eyes start to close, as I've had little to no energy to do anything but sleep. I'm just about to let sleep take me when the door slams open.

Gale rushes inside, anger written all over his face. I put my hand over my stomach, trying to protect my baby any way possible. As he inches closer to me I see that he's holding something in his fist, a knife. "Gale...what are you doing?"

"We're leaving," Gale growls. He lifts his hand with the knife and starts to slash the ropes that keep me to the bed. "Lover Boy of yours figured it all out because Reedus is a no grateful bastard! I'm not letting them take you, you're mine."

My heart starts beating faster, they found me. Gale cuts the last rope tying me to the bed and just like that, I'm free. He grabs my arm, pulling me up and shoving me off the bed. Now is my chance to fight back. As I am ripped off the bed, my feet make contact with the ground for the first time in what feels like forever. Though I am so weak that my legs quiver and almost fall out beneath me until Gale grabs me around my chest, keeping me upright. "Stand up, god dammit, we have to move!"

"I can't, I don't have the strength to stand up." I hiss back. Gale grunts, about to pick me up when a loud bang comes from outside the door. Suddenly, Peacekeepers come from the door, guns raised. In that group stands Peeta, his eyes glued to me.

As quickly as they entered the room, Gale takes his hand with the knife and holds it to my throat. My legs can barely hold myself up while trying to keep my neck as still as possible. A gasp comes from my mouth as I realize I'm about to die, right in front of Peeta.

"Don't move or I swear I will cut her throat open!" Gale screams, holding the knife so close to my neck that I can feel how sharp it is.

"Gale, you're not getting away with this. Put Katniss down, or you are going to die," Peeta comes to the front of the line, his voice stern. The bags under his eyes are prominent, making me feel as if he hasn't slept one wink. I stare intently into Peeta's eyes, trying to take in every feature about him. I think about him holding our baby, his smile stretched from each side of his face. I think about him taking on both the mother and father role for our child, as I don't picture myself surviving within the next few minutes.

"Move out of the way or I am going to slash her throat, and then I'm going to kill your bastard child." Gale's hand shakes, holding the knife as tightly as he can against me. The baby starts kicking intensely, making it harder to hold my body up.

"You tortured Katniss. You hurt her, you raped my pregnant wife! She is not yours Gale, put her down now." Peeta looks as if he wants to pounce, to take Gale to the floor and kill him with his own two hands.

Gale's entire body shakes, his anger coming to a boiling point. What happens next seems to go in slow motion. Gale screams, taking his hand away and reaching towards my protruding stomach. Just as he is about to connect his knife into my gut, the sound of the window shattering fills the room. Suddenly, Gale's body goes limp, as he falls to the floor, a bullet wound through his head.

When his body crumples to the floor, I lose my last amount of energy I had left and feel my legs let go beneath me. My body barely hits the floor when Peeta dashed over and catches me, his body baring my fall. My ears ring, everything becoming too much for me to handle. I see Peacekeepers running over to Gale's body, Haymitch rushing towards Peeta and I on the floor with a blanket, Peeta holding me against his chest, his face inches from mine. He keeps speaking to me, but the ringing just gets louder as the world gets darker.