Aria

　　My shredded shirt dropped to the floor in front of my very own eyes. Before giving me time to process anything Hunter's hand moved to rip off my denim shorts in a blink and drop the torn fabric on the ground.

　　"Hunter! What are you doing?" I shirked and tried to cover myself with my hands but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head against the cold wall.

　　Within seconds he had pushed me into the most vulnerable condition of mine. I was ...