Four walls, a door and a leaking ceiling.

She thinks capture in the Capitol could be worse and laughs at herself for the naivety.

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After three days her stomach revolts. She's mentally prepared for interrogation. That they'll just leave her to starve catches her off-guard. Do they think she will trade secrets for food?

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When they come for the first time, she's fierce. There's kicks and bites and scratches and she's proud of her silence.

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One eye is swollen shut. The throbbing in her head matches the dripping ceiling.

Still strong. She will never tell what she doesn't know.

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There's an air vent high up each wall. It's too small to fit through, she tried. And where would it get her, anyway? On the other side is only Peeta, and sometimes they scream competitively.

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Leaves. How strong and green they're in spring, so full of life. Their deep red tone in autumn, when they lay down to rest and crunch beneath her boots when she walks in the forest.

It must be autumn now, she's convinced. With all its lovely hues, like the color of her bruises.

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They're not happy with anything she says.

Sarcasm comes hard once they start with the shocks.

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Annie Cresta joins the ranks of left-behinds. At night her cries are lullabies.

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Fingers shaking. Skin and bones. A fistful of hair.

And the smell. God, the smell is unbearable. Charred flesh.

Tears come, and she curls up against the pain.

The ceiling drips.

She's so hungry.

What do secrets taste like?

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She worries when Peeta stops screaming and wonders if his throat is as raw as hers.

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Her body gets used to electricity. Blissful unconsciousness comes a lot faster than in the beginning.

Only the sound of dripping water follows her into the dark.

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Their newest invention; The Box. A ventilation hole is her only connection to the outside. She can stick her hand through. When it's not beaten back, she imagines a ray of light reaching the tips of her fingers. She wants to think about Seven, about home, but all the warmth really does is remind her that she'll never see a tree again.

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When they turn the water on it's like acid. Boiling. Freezing. She can't decide which hurts more.

They promise to stop it if she talks.

She would, at this point, really. But don't they understand that she can't speak while drowning?

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They never turn it off completely. It bores holes in her skin. Eats away at her sanity as it echoes off her metal coffin.

She wants to make a last stand, a final rebellion. Johanna Mason is going to die with a purpose, leaving a message.

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Then the thirst comes. Like an avalanche it shatters what little resolve she has. When they turn on the water she licks her skin for every drop and begs for more, even though it burns all the way down to her heart.

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At one point the hunger just stops.

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It's their final try. While she's panting from the latest soaking, they rig The Box and someone turns on the power.

She's jolted from one wall into another and there's electricity everywhere she touches. She convulses so hard that she froths at the mouth and the blood comes bubbling out her nose and her chest cramps up and the water and wont they stop her heartteethcracktheagony tearscan'

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Lightning cracks even the strongest tree.

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Her lips touch the ventilation hole of the Box. The trembling is so bad now, she can't control her movements. Her teeth hit the metal as she tries to coordinate spasming muscles.

It's a moan at first, then a croak and it takes several attempts until it is a word. The voice that says it is so alien to her, she almost doesn't recognize it.

It's less of a defeat, that way.

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"...pl..ea..se..."

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Like driftwood in the ocean, never reaching the shore and unable to drown.

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On the day after it's too late, the Capitol is invaded by rebel forces. Three prisoners are freed and taken back to District 13. It's a feast. Spurs on the rebellion. People rejoice. Three cannot.

One without sanity. 4.

One without memories. 12.

One without secrets. 7.

All broken.