He grabs your hand.

Suddenly broken out of your trance, the man before you swipes faster than you can see, gripping your wrist in a gauntleted hand and forcing it away from his face. He grips your wrist painfully tight.

You wince and stumble in pain, cursing and fumbling the gesture for a fire bolt with your off-hand as you attempt to sling flames into his chest in retaliation, resulting in a fizzle of sparks that simply glances off his armor.

A moment later, you hear the Whumpf of Misty Step teleportation, and the Tiefling is gone. Before you can react, your other hand is taken by one of the henchmen behind you, and you can feel your wand being torn from your hip by a third set of hands. Finally, a rough hand is wrapped around your mouth from behind, and you're manhandled towards the bar by the group surrounding you.

They slam you onto the hard surface, nearly concussing you, and you feel hands begin to grip and squeeze you all over. In your mind, you know they're searching you for weapons, but the violation of where they place their hands makes you angry, regardless. You kick, wiggle, and scream into the hand over your mouth, trying to break free. Somebody grabs your ponytail and yanks it, eliciting a squeal of pain from your lips. They use this brief opportunity to remove their hand, and replace it with a cloth gag, preventing you from speaking. At the same moment, somebody else binds your wrists in shackles, preventing your from gesturing.

If this happened to somebody else, you'd remark on how quickly and efficiently they caught a spellcaster and prevented them from using magic. But it didn't happen to somebody else. You're furious at yourself for allowing this to happen.

With you immobilized, the men and women surrounding you back away, giving room for the leader to move up to you. You feel him place his hand on the side of your belly, and roll you over onto your back. You immediately sit up and try to headbutt him, but he just leans back, casually dodging out of the way, and laughs in your face. He places himself between your legs, spreading them with his body, and places a hand on the small of your back, preventing your from shimmying along the bar away from him.

It's just an intimidation strategy. Invade the subjects personal space, imply sexual ****. Stay calm.

"Alright love, so you see our little wayward demon's gone missing. I'm gonna take this gag off, right, and you're gonna tell me who you are, what she paid you, and where she's gone. Any magic shit, and I'm gonna put a stop to it real fast."

Keeping one hand on your back, he leans in extremely close to you, and unties the fabric from your lips. You can feel his breath on your cheeks, and have to fight to stop fear from overtaking your mind.