Her struggles do nothing. The grip is too powerful, and the ground flies under them as the person runs, fire lighting up everything up around them until it isn't anymore. She wants to scream, but screaming will do nothing, so she bites and scratches and squirms for her life.
But it's not her struggles that gets her out. It's the person letting her go. She stumbles to the ground, but quickly recovers and swings around the face it, backing up out of arm's reach. The big guy from the Capitol who talked to her about animals. She can still taste him in her mouth.
She should run, but they're no longer in a fire. They're in a more familiar forest. He could have killed her, but he didn't.
She stares at him, tense, waiting for him to make a move. She can run, she should run, but she's curious. He just saved her life.
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But it's not her struggles that gets her out. It's the person letting her go. She stumbles to the ground, but quickly recovers and swings around the face it, backing up out of arm's reach. The big guy from the Capitol who talked to her about animals. She can still taste him in her mouth.
She should run, but they're no longer in a fire. They're in a more familiar forest. He could have killed her, but he didn't.
She stares at him, tense, waiting for him to make a move. She can run, she should run, but she's curious. He just saved her life.