"Everyone is Mine To Torment."

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“Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

“You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen.”

“While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?”

“They’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”

“I can cope with torture.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

“You’ve made your decision then?”

“Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.”

“I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.”

“Am I going mad, or did the word “think” escape your lips?”

“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”

“I admit it, you are better than I am.”

“You never said anything about killing anyone.”

“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“You mock my pain!”

“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”

“Do you always begin conversations this way?”

“This is true love; you think this happens every day?”

“Australia is entirely peopled with criminals!”

“There’s not a lot of money in revenge.”

“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”

“Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

“Anybody want a peanut?”

“I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.”

“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

“The battle of wits has begun.”

“I wasn’t nervous. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing.”

“We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.”

“Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.”

“Isn’t there any way you trust me?”

“You’re trying to trick me into giving away something. It won’t work.”

“I’ll explain, and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.”

“I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”

“You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.”

“What hideous sin have you committed lately?”

“Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.”

“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”

“That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.”

“Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.”

“It would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable.”

“I challenge you to a battle of wits.”

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.”

“Do you hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”

“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”

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Joffrey watched her closely, his sarcastic smile fading only for a second. Slowly, he straightened himself up in his throne before speaking.

“Alright, girl. Say I don’t punish you then…say I just….send my Hound off to have his fun with your little sister. Now I don’t think you want that to happen so I suggest you hold your tongue from here on out and I won’t have to resort to such unpleasantness.”

Immediately she was silent. She was a peasant, a nobody. How would the King know of her sister? Prim was innocent, barely surviving as it was. She did not deserve to be tortured, especially by someone as big as the Hound. The growing lump in her throat caused her to swallow, her fingers twitching nervously. Half of her wanted to charge and choke the boy to death for even bringing up her sister. The other half, though, the smarter half, was terrified. She knew he would do it in a second and there was no way she would let Prim pay for the stupid things Katniss had done. 

The girl stood her ground. She would bow to no one, not even the King. 

“Your punishments do not scare me. If anything, death is a mercy. But if you kill me, if you punish me, where will you get your meat from, Your Grace?” Did she dare defy him more? Oh yes. Taking a few steps closer towards the throne, her determined expression did not leave her face. 

“Alright, girl. Say I don’t punish you then...say I just....send my Hound off to have his fun with your little sister. Now I don’t think you want that to happen so I suggest you hold your tongue from here on out and I won’t have to resort to such unpleasantness.”