Someone's kneeling on her back, and Brianna's voice hisses in her ear again -- "Stay down, bitch" -- before the heavy weight moves off of her.

Hands are closing on her wrists and shoulders, pulling her up onto her knees, holding her there with her arms behind her back in classic prisoner position. One hand presses heavily down between her shoulders, a pressure that shouldn't be hard to shrug off -- except for the alarming weakness.

A pair of high heels stops in front of her, and a hand pulls her hair back, forcing her face up to meet Emma's cold stare.