Katrina's POV
"I wouldn't move around so much if I were you. You might cut yourself." The teasing tone in Carter's voice makes my blood boil, and I wish that I could actually do something.
"Aw, poor little helpless Katrina. You have such soft skin. Did you know that?" He questions as he runs a hand down my left arm. I try to use that moment to free one of my hands, but he has both of them wrapped in one of his. I growl and try to think of a way out of this. I can't seem to think of anything because my mind is clouded with hurt. I trusted him, and he was just lying to me. He never wanted to help me. I was so stupid to trust him. This entire week, he's been so nice and patient with me while I try to improve my fighting and learn how to use my "powers." I can't believe that I didn't notice
