Jumped by peasants

"I'll watch the door," Nancy said, blocking Demarra's escape. "You keep her quiet."

"Keep me quiet? How dare you speak of such a thing!" Demarra exclaimed. The other peasants were coming at her.

"Stay back, filthy commoners!" Demarra sreeched, right before powerful hands clapped over her mouth with a rag.

"Quickly!" A peasant in disguise exclaimed. He pulled her arms back. Another kept their hand clasp over her mouth. The third grabbed her kicking legs.

Demarra felt an overwhelming rage at being manhandled by peasants. Beneath that, was a growing feeling of fear. What was happening? She wasn't used to not being in charge.

That fear grew as she felt the figure behind her begin tearing at the ties to her corset...