"And what is your name?" His onyx eyes burrowed into mine and I felt naked. "Maxine Schaeffer," I said in a voice lower than a whisper. Trepidation glued to me like a gum on a shoe. "Haven't you got a tongue?" He said in the most dominating tone I had every heard. I shivered indiscriminately. "I..." I began unsure of what I was going to say. He stared long at me, daggers capable of killing me emitting from his eyes. God. Was I gonna survive this?