Bryn jumped and gave a little cry of surprise as Markus slammed his hands into her table, about to say something about her spilled drink- but she never got the chance.  She screamed as she was suddenly slammed back into the wall, her eyes flashing to Drake's face in a surge of fear as he pinned her there, holding on to her throat.  She could feel his hand on her stomach, exploring, and she squirmed, struggling.<br/><br/>"get your filthy hands off of me . . "  She had to strain to speak, but she still got the words out.  She tried not to think about the very unsubtle statement he made, as he eyes flashed between him and Markus.<br/><br/>"Don't you fucking touch me . . . or I'll file for rape . . . "