After more minutes of constant torture, Peeta gets off your face. You reach to touch your face, and it is soaked in Peetas sweat, not to mention it smelled like him. The sweaty boy stands above you, his arms crossed again.
"Don't think you're done yet. I don't let people STEAL my hard worked bread that easily. You're coming with me"
"B-But.."you stammer as you try to stand up. Peseta then hunches down to you and smacks your face again.
"Now you listen. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to follow me to my house. If you don't, I might tell a certain Peacekeeper about your stealing habits."
You have no choice now but to oblige and listen to his orders. You're weaker than him, judging by his muscles compared to your sticks of flesh. You help yourself up, and without saying a word, follow the bread boy in front of you to his house. The walk there was brief and quiet. The bakery/ Mellark house was only 2 minutes walking distance. You could only look at Peeta walking confidently, still sweating, like everywhere.
When the two of you reach the house/ bakery, Peeta swing open the back door and orders you in. You obey, not like you have a choice, though. Once in the quaint and steamy house. The first thing you see is a picture, it was the Mellark family. You saw that Peeta had older brothers who looked very similar to him. After Peeta closes the door, he pushes you up a flight of stairs. There, you see many doors, and one that has a capital "P" engraved into it. He shoves you open that door and pushes you in once more. Inside, it was very plain and unamusing, there was a bed, table and closet. Nothing much, it looked very dull to you.
"Now you're going to see what my family does to dumbass thieves like you", he says shutting his door."Now on your knees"
You kneel on the carpeted ground and look up at him, you want to yell out for help right now, but it won't be any use. He then turns around, and you could see his giant butt squished into the khakis he's wearing. You turn your head to the right, attempting to avoid your fate. But, Peetas strong hands grasps firmly onto the back of your head and shoves your face into his ass. He then let's out a booming fart through he pants that shivered your face. It's so intense and rotten you can't help it but gag out loudly. Peeta then quickly turns around and slaps your face for the third time.
"No talking. You better shut up before anyone hears you"
Peseta then turns around again and rams your face back into his plump ass.
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