The Dark Lord

You push open the door, hands trembling as you bring carry the tea set into the study where Katniss and President Snow are currently talking. A smell of blood and roses hits your nose as you walk into the room, and the conversation that was ongoing pauses. Keeping your eyes downcast as you step into the presence of the most powerful man alive, you place the rather simple tea set onto the table.

You feel eyes boring into your back, and although you cannot see President Snow's face through the curtain of white-blonde hair that impedes your view, you are certain that he is staring at you.

After setting the tray down on the study table, you glance up into your best friend's eyes, only to discover a look of horror plastered on her face. She is staring at you opened mouth, gaping. Turning to look at President Snow, you gasp. You immediately understand the look Katniss is giving you when your mind registers the expression on President Snow's face - one of lust. You are no stranger to those looks, seeing as every single Peacekeepers' eyes have locked onto you each time you walk down the Hob or past the Justice building since you were fourteen, when you started filling out.

"Why hello there, my dear," he greets you, licking his lips in a rather perverted way. "What's your name?"

You have no time to answer before he hops off the desk he had been perched on, and proceeds to stalk towards you. Rather frightened by the sight of the leering old man heading for you, you take a few steps back, until you are pressed up right against wall, and there is nowhere to retreat anymore.

President Snow advances, invading your personal space and places his left hand above your head, trapping you in betwen the wall and his body. The scent of blood and roses is now cloying and you raise your hands and place them on his in a bid to prevent him from coming any closer. He stops, and you lower your gaze to ther floor. He is, after all, the man who can make your family's lives a living hell and in no way do you want that to happen.

You stand there, drawing short breaths as he stands and observes you from where he is. You can feel his breath on the top of your head. Suddenly, President Snow's right hand shoots out, and, using one finger, lifts your chin. Your eyes meet his. For the first time, you are staring into the green eyes of President Snow, and the pure evil you can feel radiating from him sends shivers down your spine.

Slowly, his mouth curves upwards into a grin, and he pulls your body flush against his. You remain limp as his arms envelope you.

"Leave us," he says, and you gladly start to push away from him, but his grip is vice like.

You realise with a start, that he is addressing Katniss and that she was in the room. You flush when it dawns on you that she witnessed the situation, and knowing her stubborn streak, you hope she does not do anything stupid.