Matt's arm coiled forcefully around your neck, ensnaring you in an unyielding headlock. His formidable strength constricted your airway, leaving you breathless and vulnerable.

"Where do you think you're headed?"

he inquired, his words a near-murmur brushing against your ear. Aware that your ability to respond was compromised by the tightening grip, he derived amusement from watching you struggle.