To frighten her

"Free me!" she shrieked in rage and panic, her pretty face contorted with fury. Titus looked at her with cold scorn.

"Throw this sow back with the others," he ordered. "Let her learn respect for her betters."

"Noooo!" she screams in panic, seeing his men advance on her. She threw herself to the ground at his his feet, prostrating herself as she wailed for mercy. Titus sneered down at her as his men looked to him for further orders.

"Please My Lord Legate, I spoke in haste," she babbles frantically her eyes looking up at him in tearful appeal. "My fear and anger at these barbarian scum overcame my judgement. Please My Lord, forgive me."

"Stand up girl," he said, softening his voice. Snuffling, she rose to her feet, her dusty face marked with tear stains. She smiled at him with hope, her eyes trying to flirt. He reached out and squeezed her arm gently, seeing her smile broaden.

He turned to the nearest of his men. "Marius, take this sow, she is yours for the night. When you tire of her give her to another." The girl's eyes widen in horror and she's shrieking with terror as you push her into the grinning centurion's arms.