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Clove
jams
her
fist
into
my
windpipe
,
very
effectively
cutting
off
my
voice
.
But
her
head
's
whipping
from
side
to
side
,
and
I
know
for
a
moment
she
's
at
least
considering
I
'm
telling
the
truth
.
Since
no
Peeta
appears
to
save
me
,
she
turns
back
to
me
.
"
Liar
,
"
she
says
with
a
grin
.
"
He
's
nearly
dead
.
Cato
knows
where
he
cut
him
.
You
've
probably
got
him
strapped
up
in
some
tree
while
you
try
to
keep
his
heart
going
.
What
's
in
the
pretty
little
backpack
?
That
medicine
for
Lover
Boy
?
Too
bad
he
'll
never
get
it
.
"
Clove
opens
her
jacket
.
It
's
lined
with
an
impressive
array
of
knives
.
She
carefully
selects
an
almost
dainty-looking
number
with
a
cruel
,
curved
blade
.
"
I
promised
Cato
if
he
let
me
have
you
,
I
'd
give
the
audience
a
good
show
.
"
I
'm
struggling
now
in
an
effort
to
unseat
her
,
but
it
's
no
use
.
She
's
too
heavy
and
her
lock
on
me
too
tight
.
"
Forget
it
,
District
Twelve
.
We
're
going
to
kill
you
.
Just
like
we
did
your
pathetic
little
ally
.
what
was
her
name
?
The
one
who
hopped
around
in
the
trees
?
Rue
?
Well
,
first
Rue
,
then
you
,
and
then
I
think
we
'll
just
let
nature
take
care
of
Lover
Boy
.
How
does
that
sound
?
"
Clove
asks
.
"
Now
,
where
to
start
?
"
She
carelessly
wipes
away
the
blood
from
my
wound
with
her
jacket
sleeve
.
For
a
moment
,
she
surveys
my
face
,
tilting
it
from
side
to
side
as
if
it
's
a
block
of
wood
and
she
's
deciding
exactly
what
pattern
to
carve
on
it
.
I
attempt
to
bite
her
hand
,
but
she
grabs
the
hair
on
the
top
of
my
head
,
forcing
me
back
to
the
ground
.
"
I
think
.
"
she
almost
purrs
.
"
I
think
we
'll
start
with
your
mouth
.
"
I
clamp
my
teeth
together
as
she
teasingly
traces
the
outline
of
my
lips
with
the
tip
of
the
blade
.
I
wo
n't
close
my
eyes
.
The
comment
about
Rue
has
filled
me
with
fury
,
enough
fury
I
think
to
die
with
some
dignity
.
As
my
last
act
of
defiance
,
I
will
stare
her
down
as
long
as
I
can
see
,
which
will
probably
not
be
an
extended
period
of
time
,
but
I
will
stare
her
down
,
I
will
not
cry
out
.
I
will
die
,
in
my
own
small
way
,
undefeated
.
"
Yes
,
I
do
n't
think
you
'll
have
much
use
for
your
lips
anymore
.
Want
to
blow
Lover
Boy
one
last
kiss
?
"
she
asks
,
I
work
up
a
mouthful
of
blood
and
saliva
and
spit
it
in
her
face
.
She
flushes
with
rage
.
"
All
right
then
.
Let
's
get
started
.
"
I
brace
myself
for
the
agony
that
's
sure
to
follow
.
But
as
I
feel
the
tip
open
the
first
cut
at
my
lip
,
some
great
form
yanks
Clove
from
my
body
and
then
she
's
screaming
.
I
'm
too
stunned
at
first
,
too
unable
to
process
what
has
happened
.
Has
Peeta
somehow
come
to
my
rescue
?
Have
the
Gamemakers
sent
in
some
wild
animal
to
add
to
the
fun
?
Has
a
hovercraft
inexplicably
plucked
her
into
the
air
?
