Emma was pressed up against the wall, a defiant look in her eye. During their mad dash towards the door, she'd felt a hand on her elbow and then it yanked her away from her sister. She quickly found herself pinned against the wall and staring into the face of the Red-Headed prick.
"Let me the f**k go," she said again.
"No," 'Dwayne' said, reaching for her with his free hand, his other pinning her arms against the wall. He grabbed her waist and ran his hand upwards, groping her breasts.
But Emma's face was an iron mask, and her will was iron. "I'm gonna beat the f**k outta you if you don't let me go."
"No," Dwayne said again.
"I'd do what she says," said Matt, coming up behind him. "She's got one hell of a right hook."
Dwayne turned slowly and Emma took the break in his concentration
