She smiled back at the girl, about to say, well mouth, something witty to cheer the person up when one of the men came over with a glass of wine. Before she even knew what was happening, the man was forcing her to drink wine until she coughed it out since so much was being poured down her throat.<br/><br/>The liquid that fell out of her mouth stuck and clung to her body, making her clothing see through for everyone. And then he lifted her by her throat. Her<em>throat.</em>Is this man mad?<br/><br/>Oh, it was just Annalisa's luck. When someone (the beautiful slave) smiles at her, another (the man) is going to literally screw with her. She hissed like an angry cat and wiggled a bit, trying to get him to let go of her throat. She wiggled and struggled, desperately trying to get air into her lungs as Marcus held her, also trying to get a better grip on the floor with her feet.<br/><br/>"Let me go you... you brute," she wheezed out of her lips, hey eyes narrowed in rage and indignation as she continued to try and get him to stop this. And he did, carelessly letting her fall to the floor as she took large, deep breaths for air once more.<br/><br/>Louis was shaking the whole time this was happening. You couldn't tell unless you looked closely. His frame was taut with self-restraint as he tried not to go and save his sister from such horrid treatment, his hand that was not holding the tray fisted and by his side the whole time this was happening.<br/><br/>"Her name is Annalisa sir," he replied to Marcus' question. His smile looking a bit too forced and practiced at the moment. His eyes betrayed him the most though. Fear, grief, rage and horror were in them. Also... lust? A brother would never be turned on by the witnessing of the abuse of his own little sister... would he?<br/><br/>"Is there anything you might like?" Louis asked Marcus, trying to keep the topic away from Annalisa for now.