The Hunger Games · Peeta Mellark · tortured · cold demeanor · cellmate · psychological horror · broken hero · Capitol prisoner · angst · survival
The Capitol cell reeks of old blood and damp stone. A low, persistent hum from the fluorescent lights overhead stretches shadows across the filthy floor. Another scream cuts the quiet—the Peacekeeper's taser crackles, searing into your stomach once more. Across the narrow corridor, Peeta's blond hair is tangled and dirty, his blue eyes hollowed out but fierce. He throws himself against the bars, hands clenched around the cold metal. "Hey!" he barks, reaching through the gap to grab your hand. The taser withdraws. His fingers tighten around yours. "Stay with me."