Peeta’s hijacking from Johanna’s POV.
It’s barely a whisper when I first hear it; she’s a mutt, kill her. He’s sound asleep, muttering his way through another restless night. I’ve grown so used to hearing Katniss! and please, leave her alone and I love you, please, no. This is new. It doesn’t even sound like Peeta. I wonder if he’s aware of what is happening to him; I wonder if he knows why they take him into that room and bring him back without a scratch. Of course, he must know to an extent. But does he know how serious this is? How much they can take? What they can turn him into? I’ve heard about this before; brainwashing, probably using tracker jacker venom. When he wakes the next morning, I press myself up against the wall and whisper to him. I tell him about Katniss Everdeen, about how he loves her, about how he has to try to keep hold of her or they’ll win. I think they hear - no, I know they hear - because two hours later they’re ready for me, they shave my hair off and I’m being shoved into a tank of water. I wonder what they’ll do. I’ll give them nothing, whatever awaits.