Intrepid

Prologue

 "Tell me, because I wouldn't know, how does it feel to be completely fearless?"

  It was a sick question for him to ask me; we both knew I was terrified. I lied through my teeth anyway.

  "It feels wonderful. I'm always in control."

  That triggered something inside him.

  "In control? Is that how you feel right now?" He whispered menacingly, pressing the cold blade just tightly enough against my neck that I felt my warm blood slowly begin to spill. Despite the pain, I did my best to push his nerves further.

  "Of course. I've never had any pitiful excuse for a man prove me wrong, either." My bold statement was the last straw. A sick, twisted smile crawled it's way onto his flawless, cold face and he stared me dead in the eyes for a few moments. Without saying a word he stood up, and grabbed a smaller knife from his table.

  "Oh sweetheart," He whispered, "I haven't even begun."