More bad news for Katniss

Katniss was woken the next morning by the sounds of traffic outside and sunlight streaming in through the open window. She shielded her eyes with one hand and sat up, looking around.

Her eyes went wide as she saw an Avox stood over her, holding a tray. She clutched the bed sheet to her chest, blushing furiously and shivering as a breeze blew across her bare shoulders.

"Oh...oh my God!" she cried. "Stop looking at me!"

Uncertain, the Avox backed away a few steps. Her stomach rumbled loudly; that food smelled good.

"I'm sorry," she apologised. "I'll have that now, thanks."

Katniss took the tray of breakfast and balanced it on her lap. Pinning the bed sheet to her torso with her elbows, Katniss tried to appear casual as she ate, but could not feel truly comfortable with him stood there watching her. She was also squeezing her thighs together tightly; she needed the toilet, but wasn't about to expose herself to him!

When Katniss had finished eating, the Avox took the tray from her and finally departed. Katniss waited a few moments to make sure that he had definitely left before throwing back the covers and hurrying to the bathroom.

After relieving herself, Katniss hopped into the shower to wash off the last of the previous night's makeup. She switched off the hot water a few minutes later and padded back out into the apartment, dark hair plastered to her shoulders and water glistening on her bare skin. Hugging herself and shivering violently, Katniss looked around for something to dry herself with, but wasn't exactly surprised that after a few moments searching she hadn't found anything.

The naked, wet victor dropped onto the comfy couch, drew her legs up to her chest and switched on the large, wall-mounted TV.

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There was only one thing dominating the airwaves. Whether it was replays of the previous evening, a review of the Games, or an in depth discussion of her sex life, Katniss was on every channel. With nothing better to do, she settled down to watch herself speaking to Caesar Flickerman.

Katniss chewed her lip as she watched. Yes, it had been the most humiliating experience of her life, but she looked stunning. The curve of figure, the perkiness of her developing breasts...Katniss found herself dropping one hand between her legs. She was wet, and not just because of the shower. Katniss let out a moan as she inserted two fingers and began to make small, circular motions.

Suddenly, the TV screen changed.

It now showed a horribly familiar girl, lying naked on a couch, fingers buried inside herself. Katniss screamed, all colour draining from her face. Mortified, Katniss dived behind the couch and curled into a ball.

How, how, had they known that she was masturbating, and why did they have to broadcast it?! Katniss risked a peak over the top of the couch and saw that the TV network had resumed the programme. Katniss buried her face in her hands, frustrated and upset.

Apparently Capitol TV's rights to her privacy included everything sexual...she couldn't even pleasure herself without the nation watching!

Katniss sobbed and shivered. She promised herself that she wouldn't masturbate and the entire country would know she wasn't doing so.