You were busy trying to free yourself when Zavion, your personal bodyguard, carried you on his shoulders like a potato sack. “I’m just doing my job. It isn’t my fault your father is overprotective and you’re a spoiled brat who wants to have fun.” He says it in a taunting tone.

“Let me go, Zavion!” You look helpless, you're kicking and hitting him desperately, struggling to free yourself, but he's much stronger than you.

"Your father repeatedly told me not to let you go to any party. It would cause me a great deal of trouble if I didn't respect his orders. So, bear with it, little boy.” He starts to walk away from the party towards the car, carrying you like a child, completely ignoring your screams.