Haymitch decides to toughen up Peeta, and why not, Peeta wanted to learn, so Haymitch should teach him. It's his job. He picks up Peeta, and shoves his underwear in Peeta's mouth, to keep him from calling for help. He then proceeds to head to his room, where he can torture Peeta in peace.
"So what should I do first, teach how to survive in a dry climate or wet?" Hamitch asks Peeta. As Peeta is gagged, he only manages to utter a grunt "So I guess that means wet." Haymitch says, with a cruel smile on his face. With that, he sits takes the underwear out of Peeta's mouth.
"Please Haymitch no do-" he starts saying as he gets cut off by Haymitch slamming his big ass on his face. Haymitch then releases a giant wet fart, directly on Peeta, and with nowhere to escape, he breathes it all in.
"Boy, you alright, if you can't stand this, you won't even make it past the first few minutes." Haymitch says, farting another wet fart, wetter and worse smelling than the last. Peeta feels nauseous, but since he woke up so early he had barely any food in him. His stomach then starts to growl. "you must be hungry, do you want something to eat?" Haymitch asks getting off of Peeta.
"Yes please" Peeta responds, breathing in as much fresh air as his lungs can hold. Peeta feels as if he may be able to be freed now.
"Well why didn't you say so" Haymitch says, as he pinches Peeta's nose and forcefully opens Peeta's mouth and aligns it with his butt hole. He then starts to fart directly into Peeta's mouth, causing Peeta to eat and inhale the farts. He then begins to squirm even more, which gives Haymitch joy. "You still hungry, you gotta eat more then you can hold now because you don't know when you will find food in the games" he says, farts more in Peeta's mouth.
Haymitch then has another idea for torture, but he is unsure whether to implement it just yet.