A group of soilders

"Here is another cellar," a man called. "Look at all the barrels of wine."

Annalise curled up even more. They spoke their language, but the dialect revealed that they were from the East. She could hear someone smash the top of a barrel.

"Red wine," another said and she could hear how they started to scoop the wine from the barrel. "And good one, indeed."

She was trying to curl up as smallest as she was, in the hope they would not find her and leave to loot some more. Steps came closer and suddenly a man, wearing leather armour, came around the barrels behind which she was hiding. She could see the sword in his hand and started shaking.

"Who we have here," he said with a grin and dragged her out of the corner. "You not a barrel of wine."

She tried to fight him off, but his grip on her hand was too strong. And there was also no way out besides past the group of laughing soldiers near the staircase.

"At least her hair is red too," another joked. She was tossed into another soldier's arms, who held her firmly.

"And an expensive dress," another said. "She isn't one of the servant girls."

Annalise tried to get out of the hold, something which amused the soldiers. "Seems the stories about redheads are like red spices is true."

"Well, let us see what hiding below the dress," another said and pulled on her dress.

"No, stop," she protested as he started to pull it to the side, making one of her young, big and firm tits jump out.

"O, she can speak, he said and started to grope her tit. "Tell us your name, girl."

A tear ran down Annalise's cheek as he kept groping her tit. He wasn't very gentle and her pale skin turned red as he kept going. She couldn't believe this was happening. "I ... I am Annalise," she finally said after he encouraged her a bit by pulling on her tit.

"Nice name," one of the men said. Fitting to the nice body ou hiding from us below that dress."