Attack

As soon as Marvel unties her ankles, Katniss springs into action. She lashes out with her foot, catching him square in the groin with a vicious kick. Marvel doubles over, his face contorting with pain and shock.

Katniss doesn't hesitate. She scrambles to her feet, her eyes scanning the area for any sign of her bow or any other weapon she can use. She spots it just a few feet away, where Marvel had carelessly discarded it earlier.

She lunges for it, her fingers closing around the familiar wood and string. She whirls around, the bow already nocked with an arrow, aimed directly at Marvel. Katniss's eyes widen as she sees Marvel charging towards her, his cock still exposed and throbbing. She knows she has only seconds to act before he's upon her.

With a swift, fluid motion, she draws back the bowstring, aiming directly for his groin. The arrow flies through the air, a blur of deadly precision.

It hits its mark with a sickening thud, burying itself deep in Marvel's flesh. He lets out a strangled scream, his hands flying to his crotch as he collapses to the ground, writhing in agony.

The brunette rushes to grab her clothes, quickly dressing herself as she keeps the bow trained on Marvel's twitching form. She knows he's not dead, knows he could still pose a threat if he manages to recover.

She turns and runs, her feet pounding against the ground as she puts as much distance between herself and Marvel as possible. Her heart races, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she pushes herself harder, faster.

Behind her, she can hear Marvel's screams, can hear the sound of his agony echoing through the trees. But she doesn't look back, doesn't allow herself to feel any remorse or pity for the man who had tried to violate her.