Chapter 67:
Julie's Point of View
While I was screaming in his face, the guard didn't hesitate for a moment;
he suddenly bent down and clamped his powerful arm around my waist,
then lifted me high to place me over his shoulder,
solid as a piece of furniture.
The world flipped around me, and my head hung behind his back, blood rushing to my face which flushed intensely.
He stepped out of the room with wide, steady strides, indifferent to my weight or my resistance.
I began striking his back with both my hands and kicking his legs with my bare feet in a desperate attempt to unsettle him, but he was like a rock;
he didn't stagger, and not even a groan of annoyance escaped him.
I said in a loud, stifled voice, while my body swayed with every step he took in the hallway:
"Let me go, you wretch! Put me down now... I told you, put me down!"
My chest was thumping against his hard back, and my long hair hung before my eyes to block my vision;
