Katniss finds out just how much trouble she's in

The next morning, Katniss was woken up by a gentle beeping sound close to her head.

Looking around groggily, she saw a metal canister wedged between the tree roots, a parachute hanging limply from it; her first parcel!

Pulling it open, she saw a thin metal tube lying inside, one end sharpened and the other end split. Underneath it was a note.

Miss Everdeen,

This is a spile, it can be used to obtain drinking water from trees.

We don't want you dying just yet, to take out the first ever nude participant of the Hunger Games early would be bad television.

This will be my only gift to you, and don't expect any sponsors either, that privilege has been withdrawn for you.

President Coriolanus Snow

Katniss let out a laugh of disbelief. This was probably the first time President Snow had spoken to a tribute directly during the Games. While she was reluctantly happy for the gift, Katniss was very alarmed to hear that President Snow wanted her humiliation to continue for a while longer.

But worst of all was the fact that she wouldn't be receiving any more parcels; that meant no clothes would be provided for her and she would have to mingle with the other tributes if she wanted supplies. Katniss drove the sharp end of the spile into the tree and allowed a stream of fresh water to flow down her parched throat. When her thirst was quenched, Katniss climbed out of her hiding place, gripping the spile in one hand.

She shivered in the cool morning air, hugging herself and shivering. Her stomach was telling her loudly that it was time for breakfast, but Katniss had something far more important to do: find some clothes.

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Katniss was perched precariously in a tree, her arms shaking with the effort of maintaining her balance on the branch.

It hadn't taken Katniss long to find another tribute. Rather than approach and expose herself, Katniss stalked her, circled around and scrambled up a tree to wait. Katniss was good at climbing trees, but she had to hold back cries of pain as the rough bark cut into the soles of her bare feet as she climbed. The nude, shivering girl didn't have to wait long before her target came into view. She knew she must be still and silent, but Katniss was worried that her rumbling, empty stomach would give her away.

When the other girl was underneath her branch, Katniss jumped. She landed on the girls shoulders, grabbing hold of her bow and quiver and vaulting over her back. Before her victim knew what was happening, Katniss had spun around, notched an arrow and buried it in her chest.

She was dead before she hit the floor.

The cannon sounded as Katniss hurried over to her. She ripped off the dead girl's pack and quickly searched it. She'd lucked out; bottles to store water, matches, even non-perishable foods! Dropping the bag next to her bow and quiver, Katniss began to pull the suit off the dead girl. Fortunately, the suit was almost her exact size.

She began to pull the suit up her legs, but the moment she slipped one leg inside, Katniss cried out in pain. Bewildered, Katniss withdrew her leg, her skin tingling. Katniss tried the other leg, but the same thing happened. What on Earth was going on?

Biting back the screams, Katniss pulled the suit up both legs, slipped her arms inside and zipped it up to her throat. Her entire body was on fire; what had the Capitol done to her?!

Katniss was so **** to wear clothes she tried to block out the pain of her burning skin, but it was no use; it felt like her body was being stabbed with hundreds of white-hot pokers. Sobbing, Katniss quickly stripped off the suit, throwing it away angrily.

Not only had the Capitol humiliated her by making her enter the arena naked, they were forcing her to stay that way!

Katniss slung her pack, bow and quiver onto her back and set off back into the jungle. Katniss had explored the woods around District 12 countless times with nothing but her bow, but this was the first time the smooth wood and string had been pressed against her bare back. Katniss cradled her breasts with one arm, uncomfortably aware that there were cameras all around her, eager to film every inch of her perpetually naked skin.

Whatever trials and tribulations awaited her in the arena, Katniss would have **** but to face them all completely 100% naked.