"...Near? Who's-"
The blond snatched up a generous fistful of ninety-nine percent cotton shirt. The confused owner of the shirt cringed when the man's wild blue gaze met his.
"Hi, I'm Matt, and happen to know nothing about any mind-fucking prepositions. Please let me go, thanks in advance."
His captor blinked. Blinked again. He stared into Matt's verdant eyes, watched Matt stare back, then exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, releasing Matt in the process.
"Oh, fuck. You've got to be kidding me."
The psychopath laughed hysterically.
Matt quietly inched away, then broke into a sprint.
