C201 A Weak Soul

I kept struggling even when my molester carried me like a sack of potatoes in his broad shoulder, with my head and both arms were hanging upside-down behind his back while my thighs were wrapped in one of his arms to his chest. He walked us to my room. I was weak, but I did not know how I kept my phone securely gripped in my right hand. I was silently praying for any help