Locked in a dungeon

" what?"

" you don't seem to give a fuck about anyone, lost in your own world like no one worth your time, like you are better than everyone else " he pulled a strand of her sable hair and started twirling it in his fingers watching her with a maniacal interest " and I hate that about you, do you have any idea how much I hate that better than others attitude of yours ?"

Thalia's breathing hitched as she looked at the strand Carter was twirling in his hand. It was as if the more he twirled it the more winded up she became, it was stupid. She didn't know what his plan was - was he going to rip it right off her skull before knocking her out or was he going to pull her around by it. 

A dark, almost claustrophobic sensation gripped her heart. And believe her, when she says that her wolf wasn't liking it one bit. Sure, a strange sensation seemed to overflow her senses every time Carter touched her like she and he were long lost friends or something and yes, a sin