Who Are You?

The natural pinkish glow of her cheeks turned as white as paper upon hearing the sudden question that he blurted out in all suddenness. Her fingers turned cold as if she touched an ice as she stood unmoving, her feet nailed on the floor as she feel his hot piercing glare on her face.

His thumb and forefinger that held her chin captive tightened with pressure but not so tight enough to hurt her. He was urging her to reply with all honesty which she could not do... Not now especially things are this complicated and her life is in peril.

She try to turn her face away from his scrutinizing glare since she cannot bear the intense look upon his eyes but his iron clasp on her chin made it impossible for her to avoid his wild, confronting eyes.