Alessio's fingers tightened in the waistband of Elian's pants.
Then he dragged them down in one swift, brutal motion.
The pants pooled at Elian's ankles, taking his boxers with them.
Elian's breath left his lungs in a sharp gasp. Cool air hit his bare skin as his back, his ass, his thighs.... Everything completely exposed.
A cold, suffocating panic shot through him. His mind screamed at him to move, to cover himself, to do something.
His legs gave out and he dropped to his knees on the hard floor. His hands immediately flew to cover his groin, trying desperately to preserve some shred of dignity, some last piece of privacy.
His whole body shook violently. Tears burned behind his eyes but he refused to let them fall. He was as angry as he was afraid as he thought;
"This bastard is going to take me by force!"
