She toys with Marvel

Marvel unzips his pants, his hand moving to his crotch. Katniss watches with a mix of disgust and fascination as he begins to stroke himself, his eyes locked on hers.

“Is that all you've got, Marvel?” she taunts, her voice dripping with disdain. “I've seen bigger on the boys in District 12.”

Marvel's face contorts with anger, his hand moving faster, more aggressively. "Shut up," he snarls, his voice strained with effort. “Just shut up and watch.”

Katniss smirks, her eyes never leaving his face. “What's the matter, Marvel? Can't handle a little teasing? I thought you were supposed to be some big, tough Career. But it seems like you're just a little boy playing at being a man.”

Marvel's hand speeds up, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Katniss can see the desperation in his eyes, the way he's clinging to his pride, his need to prove himself.

“You think you're so clever, don't you?” he pants, his voice ragged with exertion. “Think you can say whatever you want, do whatever you want. Well, I'll show you. I'll show you who's in charge here.”

Katniss just laughs, a cold, mocking sound that echoes through the trees. “In charge of what, Marvel? Your own pathetic little ego? Face it, you're nothing. Just a sad, little boy who can't even get it up without someone telling you how big and strong you are.”

His frustration grows. He needs to touch her, Marvel fits his hands underneath her shirt, trying to press it against her back, in between the edge of the tree.

Marvel's hands fumble with the clasp of Katniss's sports bra, his fingers clumsy and uncoordinated. He curses under his breath, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt.

“Damn it,” he mutters, his voice tight with anger. “Why won't this stupid thing come undone?”

Katniss watches him, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She knows she shouldn't taunt him, shouldn't provoke him further, but she can't help herself. She's always had a rebellious streak, a stubborn refusal to back down in the face of adversity.

“What's the matter, Marvel?” she purrs, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Having trouble with the clasp? Maybe you should go back to District 1, get one of the little girls there to teach you how it works.”

Marvel's head snaps up, his eyes blazing with fury. “Shut up,” he snarls, his hand moving to grip her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You think you're so smart, don't you? Think you can say whatever you want, do whatever you want. Well, I'll show you. I'll show you who's really in charge here.”

He leans in closer, his breath hot against her face. "I'm going to make you regret every word you've ever said, every thought you've ever had. I'm going to break you, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a broken shell of a girl."

Katniss looks up at Marvel, her eyes narrowed in calculation. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, but she has ****. She has to do whatever it takes to get out of this situation, to save herself and Peeta.

“Listen, Marvel,” she says, her voice low and reasonable. LWhy don't you untie my hands? Let me assist you with this. It'll be much easier for both of us if I can help.”

Marvel pauses, his hand still gripping her bra. He looks down at her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of deception or trickery.

“Why should I trust you?” he asks, his voice suspicious. "How do I know you won't try to attack me or escape the moment I let you go?"

Katniss shrugs, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You don't,” she says, her voice blunt and honest. “But what choice do you have? You've already proven that you can't handle this on your own. And if you want to see what's underneath this bra, you're going to need my help.”

Marvel's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching with indecision. But after a long moment, he nods, his hand moving to the ropes that bind her wrists.

“Fine,” he says, his voice gruff and ****.

Katniss nods, her expression carefully neutral as he unties the knots, freeing her hands. She rubs her wrists, wincing at the soreness, but she doesn't make a sound. She knows better than to show any weakness, any vulnerability.

“There,” she says, her voice calm and steady. “Now, let's get this over with.”

She pulls her shirt off first before reaching up, her fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With a deft flick, she undoes it, the garment falling away to reveal her small, pert breasts. Katniss keeps her gaze fixed on Marvel's face, watching for his reaction.