Not long after the screen went black and the only working part of the screen was the torture chamber, Quinn heard a commotion going on in the hallway. Quinn slowly made her way to the door and leaned against it, poking her head in the window just in time to see Peeta's weak body being locked back up in his cell. Out of everyone who was locked up there in the Capitol, Peeta had been treated fairly well. But now he was just being treated like some other pig in the slaughter house. One that had been used for something helpful, something that would help the business of the slaughterhouse. But it wasn't useful anymore and was going to be slaughtered like everything else there. Then again, that was how all the Victor's were treated. They weren't exactly useful for the Capitol anymore, and they were just kept in cages and degraded. Agathias had been hijacked, Johanna had her head shaved while she was being investigated in the torture chamber-- the Capitol had done as much as possible to disconnect them as much as possible from the person that everyone knew them as.

    But Peeta must have known that his outburst-- his warning, if it was true, wouldn't be something that would help him. It would be something to get him killed. Or worse, it would get them all killed. Quinn backed away from the door and began to pace like she had been doing before the broadcast even started. By this point, the black screen was replaced with the usual symbol of the Capitol. Quinn began to let her mind wander to the propo of District Twelve. If Coin thought it was a good idea, then that must have meant that the propo in Four hadn't been a total loss. She never would have let Katniss go do another propo if half of her lead squad members had been killed in Four.

    Quinn was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the door to her own cell get unlocked. The last few times that had happened, it was for someone to come in to check her vital signs. Because of that, she knew that Snow's threat for her own execution was a bluff. If she was going to be killed any day, they wouldn't bother checking her pulse, heartbeat, and temperature. So at first, Quinn only assumed that it was going to be that ordeal again. But instead, there was a peacekeeper. He wasn't much taller than she was, and if she really wanted to, she probably could have busted past him. But her body was so exhausted that she couldn't even think about finding a weak spot to get through. My he only reason she was still on her feet was because of the few short moments of rest she happened to get and pacing had practically turned into a habit.

    So when the peacekeeper got a hold of her, she didn't fight against him. There was no point in it. It would only make things worse-- and in a weird way, if Snow was clearing out the Victors, and she was just the first to be executed-- it was almost a calming thought. She wouldn't have to live in that cell anymore...

    Don't think like that, Quinn snapped at herself. You can't think like that, that's exactly what Otto told you not to do, she scolded herself. And just the thought of Otto was enough to make her feel like she had just lost him all over again. It started in her stomach, it was like her stomach flipped inside out, and her limbs just became numb. This is pathetic, she thought, your only use for the rebels is being difficult, she had to remind herself about that. Unlike Katniss, who was the face and voice for the rebels-- basically, Quinn's only use was to be difficult, and cause a problem for Snow. That's what she always had been. As a tribute, as a tribute just crowned as a victor-- even as a Gamemaker. Willingly letting it be easy to get her out of her cell was against everything that the rebels wanted her to be.

    But that didn't change the fact that she couldn't barely move. No matter how much she may have wanted to, she couldn't have made herself fight back at all. But she knew she had to do something-- anything. So instead of holding herself up and willing moving her feet one step at a time wherever the peacekeeper guided her-- she just let her entire body go limp. Her feet began dragging on the ground, and she didn't help move herself at all. It wasn't much, but it made the trip more irritating for the peacekeeper at least. But it wasn't long before a second peacekeeper pulled open the door to the torture chamber. Her throat felt like it was going to close up, she felt like her breath got stuck in her throat in a knot. And her limp body felt like a board.

    She was practically shoved towards the metal chair, and quickly strapped to it. So tightly that she could have sworn that she was going to lose all feeling in her hands, and feet because of how tight the straps on her wrists and ankles were. It didn't take long before a woman who had been in to check her vitals a few times was getting something from the shelf full of different things they could use in the room, and then walking towards were with two syringes. Handing one to the peacekeeper who had brought her there.

"That one will deactivate the tracker in her arm once she's back in her cell and also help her sleep," she explained simply. "You'll need to give it to her right here." she added as she lightly touched her wrist on her arm that had the piece of metal that hadn't let her sleep for what seemed like months.

    The peacekeeper nodded and then the woman turned her attention to Quinn and gave her a small, fake smile as if she actually cared about Quinn's well being. It made Quinn want to puke, it was disgusting how people like her who could probably help so many people in the districts were so brainwashed to think that Snow was right. It was like they honestly believed that the Victor's were invincible. Like they were the Capitols pigs that could be slaughters again and again and still be okay.