No, she does not.

Through a gap in President Snow's arm, you see Katniss rise from her seat, hands clenched into fists. You see your blue eyes mirrored in hers, and know that your strong willed and stubborn friend was struggling not to come over and beat the President up. After all, she has always been your protector from overly interested men. She has helped you many a time when your food supplies has gone low, and provided you with necessities when the alternative was visiting the perverted District Chief to sell your body to him for food. You are sure that the Chief would have welcomed you with open arms and that would have been a real possibility had Katniss not helped you.

However, you know that if she comes over and does anything foolish that would free you, a lot of families would be in trouble. Peeta, Gale and her family would most likely be taken away and sent to the Capitol to become Avoxes. You shake your head as much as you can, seeing as you are still pressed into President Snow. You hope she would understand your unspoken plea, and she does.

Visibly fighting back her temper, Katniss stalks out of the room and you heave a sigh of relief that she did not do anything stupid. President Snow pushing you back and holding you out at arm’s length reminds you that there was really nothing to be relieved about. You shudder as you feel his eyes sweep across your curvy frame, but keep your eyes averted. Now, you are blaming your mother for making you don the pretty dress you are wearing now. The scooping neckline of the floral dress does not really cover your assets and you are pretty sure that the much taller President Snow has a really good eyeful from where he is.

"What is your name?" He enquires.

You jump, not really expecting the question. Gathering your courage, you reply "My... My name is Elizabeth, Sir," stammering slightly as your throat has gone dry.

"Elizabeth, what a pretty name for a pretty girl" President Snow observes, apparently intent on making small talk. With you pressed up against the wall, and him standing an arm's length away from you, you are still deeply uncomfortable, but there is nothing you can do. You fear the repercussions too much. His hands begin to trace the contour of your face, and you have to **** yourself to repress a shudder when his skeletal fingers brush over your nose, your luscious lips. You close your eyes since you cannot bear looking into the eyes of the man who oversees the Reaping every year. The guy who authorised the **** of 25 children by other children for the entertainment for the citizens of the Capitol.

His hands continue wandering over your face, and you start to feel nauseous.

"Elizabeth... Elizabeth Snow, that fits perfectly" His rather monotonous voice said. Your eyes snap open at that. "Yes, that is good. The preparations will commence immediately"

Horror dawns on you when you realise that the President plans to marry you, having been taken with your looks from the moment he set eyes on you.

"I'm sorry Sir, but I really cannot..." Your feeble protests are cut off when he smashes his lips into yours, taking advantage of the fact that your lips were parted while talking and he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You retreat, but he follows and your back hits the wall. Beating your hands against his chest seems to have no effect on the President, and he continues ravishing your mouth. You consider kneeing him in the groin, but decide against it as that is a sure fire way of rousing his anger.

Finally, he pulls away from you, and your legs wobble unsteadily before giving out on you, causing you to sink down to the floor. Your hand reaches up to your lips, still feeling the President's mouth on yours, and unconsciously a tear escapes from your eyes. This is not how you planned your first kiss to be.

He kneels down beside you, and whispers into your ear "You do know that if you refuse me District 12 will starve and I will make sure they know it is your fault. Your family and friends will have a special edition of the Reaping arranged for them. Can you stand watching them kill each other in the Arena? And besides, the marriage will still go on regardless," You can do nothing but stare blankly ahead.

"I expect your answer when I return to District 12 when the Winner's tour begins." With that parting line, President Snow licks your ear while you sit there, paralyzed. He rises and exits the room, leaving you sitting in a corner with tears streaming down your eyes.

You recognise the dire situation you are in. On one hand, President Snow is as repulsive as evil overlords can get, and you are in the prime of your life. You know that your standard of living, as well as that of your family will increase and you will live in comfort for the rest of the life, but can you really stand wedding the President? On the other hand, you realise that you know that refusing was really not an option, seeing as you have spent your whole life trying to keep your family safe, and you would not want to risk their lives. Of course, you could also choose the cowardly path to escape under the fence that surrounds District 12. But that journey is treacherous and full of many dangerous creatures.