'Dududu-dadada, dududu-dadada,' the chorus, with a snap of fingers to tune it, accompained me as the guard dragged me forward. I groaned in disapproval, but the guard's grip tightened around my arm instead, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my body, causing my frustration to increase tenfold.

I know you are thinking about it, and yes, I also hate it when someone sings when they are dragging me around like that. It makes me feel helpless and adds insult to injury. The melody of the chorus only serves to mock my difficulty in freeing myself from his grasp, deepening my sense of powerlessness in the situation.

The guard, baring...