Katniss returns the humiliation

Katniss stands over the **** District 3 tribute, her eyes blazing with fury. She can still feel the weight of his hands on her body, the lewd way he looked at her. She knows she needs to punish him, to make him pay for what he did.

With a growl of rage, she kicks him hard in the ribs, relishing the grunt of pain that escapes his lips. She does it again, and again, until his face is contorted in agony.

“You like that, don't you?” she sneers, her voice dripping with venom. “You like hurting people, like you hurt me?”

She grabs a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look at her. “Well, I hope you enjoyed it, because it's the last time you'll ever touch me.”

With that, she releases him, watching as he curls into a ball, whimpering in pain. Katniss feels a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that she's left her mark on him.

It’s not enough though, she drags him towards a tree by the collar of his shirt. With swift, efficient movements, she ties his wrists and ankles around the length of the tree, leaving him trussed up like a pig for slaughter

Katniss's hands shake with a mix of rage and disgust as she roughly undoes the District 3 tribute's belt, yanking it free from his pants.

With his pants pooled around his knees, exposing his underwear.Katniss feels a twisted sense of satisfaction as she takes in his humiliated expression, his cheeks burning with shame. Following the removal of his pants, Katniss swiftly dacked him, his underwear falling to the ground, exposing his cock. She leans in close, her voice a low hiss.

"Let this be a lesson to you," she growls, her eyes boring into his. "Never, ever try to hurt me again. Because next time, I won't be so merciful."

With that, she stands up, dusting off her hands. She looks down at the pathetic figure before her, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction.

Katniss pauses, looking down at the bound and helpless tribute. A cruel smile plays on her lips as she takes in his exposed lower half.

"My, my... what a disappointment," she taunts, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. "I thought District 3 tributes were supposed to be big?"

She stands up straight, arching her back and pushing out her chest. The tribute's eyes widen, his gaze roving over her body hungrily. Katniss smirks, enjoying his desperation.

“That's right, take a good look,” she purrs, slowly running her hands down her sides. “Because you'll never touch me again. You'll never touch any girl again, not after what I've done to you.”

She laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. “i hope you enjoy your time tied up here, thinking about what could have been. Maybe next time you'll think twice before you try to hurt someone weaker than you.”

With a final sneer, Katniss turns on her heel and walks away, leaving the tribute to stew in his humiliation. She knows she's played a dangerous game, but she doesn't care. She's done what she needed to do to survive, and that's all that matters.

As she disappears into the trees, she can still hear the tribute's muffled curses and pleas. But she pays them no mind, her thoughts already turning to the challenges ahead. She knows that in this arena, she can't afford to show weakness or mercy. She has to be ruthless, cunning, and unforgiving. And she's determined to be all of those things and more.