With a shout, the rich lady's friend seized Emily by the shoulders.
The rich lady snatched up a jagged shard of the broken bottle, and a shiver of pure terror ran down Emily's spine.
The rich lady was going to cut her face!
Emily struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free. As the rich lady raised her hand towards her face, Emily didn't dare to move, fearing she might hurt herself.
"Stop! You can't do this! This is going to put you in jail, for God's sake!" she yelled, but the rich lady wasn't fazed in the slightest.
The shard of glass hovered inches from Emily's eyes as she instinctively shut them.
But a few seconds later, the expected pain didn't come, and the grip on her shoulders loosened.
Emily sheepishly opened her eyes. Standing between her and the rich lady was Debtor
