I stared into the face of the confused interviewer and repeated my earlier response into the microphone she was tilting towards my lips.

“Yeah. I brought a dildo into the Hunger Games,” I wiped my mouth with my arm and looked down to see my arm now streaked with blood. I shrugged and continued.

“I figured it’s every man for himself. Everyone wants to fuck you, I’m going to fuck myself.”

I grabbed a bottle of water from a cooler to my right, said I was finished answering questions with my eyes, and limped through the clamoring crowd.