CLARISSA'S POV
Light slices the darkness in my eyes and just like that, I'm back to consciousness. It seems like Caz has abruptly given me back the control while we're still in the middle fighting. I didn't see this coming.
Why did Caz gives me control when the fight is not over?
There's so many men that seemed to have formed a ring around me. Their faces looks grime, but they seemed to be amused by something more. Me, I think. But I don't understand why they're giving me the look.
Stumbling forward, I trip over the dead body of a man. This is when I realize that I'm not wearing any clothes!
I remain huddled on the ground as if that will make me smaller and less exposed to their eyes. I wasn't expecting something like this to happen and I'm not one bit prepared to face it. I'm summ
