Finnick also looked at the ground more than he looked at her. These weren't easy things to talk about, even years later.
"My family was killed because of me. Because I didn't please my masters enough." He paused and took a breath. "I mentioned before that my side lost a war a long time ago. To remind us of our defeat, each year they demanded one boy and one girl from each of 12 districts be given to them as tribute. I was chosen one year when I was 14. We were to fight to the death for their amusement. The victor was promised great riches, and the chance to live in ease and happiness the rest of their life. I was the victor that year, but the promises were false. I was given great riches, but I had caught the eye of powerful people in the Capitol and they wouldn't let me go. I was sold for sex. People like me, from the districts, were just slaves to them, so they could do whatever they wanted with me. Our leader, the president, told me that if I didn't go along with it he would have my family killed, so I did it. I did what they wanted and I learned to please them. I became so skilled at it that they wanted me even more."
His voice was shaking. He had to stop to take a breath and steady himself.