Being so distressed made it a thousand times worse - Aria was tense and his muscles did not take kindly to the sudden invasion. Narim was so brutal that Aria's pained cry was heard by the house servants on the floor below. His bruised face was pressed down hard against the mahogany and the edge of the desk was biting into his stomach. He could tell himself to try to relax but it was going to be impossible. He could barely keep himself from sobbing.