CHAPTER FIVE .
🏹 🪓ARALIA FIDGETED WITH her mocking jay pin with her fingers as she stared the blank ceiling above her, another wax strip being ripped off of her leg. she and ashton were now in the capitol—specifically—the tribute center, which is where they were brought in order to be cleaned up by what haldin called her prep team.
whatever this team of hers was doing was absolutely torturous, doing whatever they saw as fit to do to clean aralia up. for some reason, this routine of theirs included waxing her legs, scrubbing her nails to the point where she was sure they were bleeding, and even plucking random hairs from her head which she was completely confused as to why.
every other tribute was in this center, but she was in her own room right now while ashton was pulled into another.
aralia lifted her head slightly off of the table she was laid out on, and attempted to get a look at whatever her team was planning to do next, but when she did, they had already packed up all of their products and tools.
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