C177 You're too Naive

Clarissa finally got out of the car, though not by choice—she was carried out.

"I'm not getting out! Let me go! Let go!" she protested.

Hollis had her hoisted over his shoulder, her hands the only part of her free, desperately clinging to the car door. Her feet flailed against him, but without eyes in the back of her head, it was anyone's guess whether her kicks landed on their intended target