I was at a loss for words; my lips wouldn't part to form a meaningful phrase. His eyes stayed fixed on me, his searing gaze cutting through the layers of my flesh and melting my frozen body. I did nothing but stare in awe at the towering figure.
"I need answers, Beloved," he whispered, his hands laying on the white sheets as he lowered his head to meet mine.
I mustered the fortitude to turn away. My eyes were drawn to the white hue and a c***k in the wall that resembled a man's angry fists, but his chilly hands immediately rested on my chin, slowly turning my head back to him, and my sight was fixed on him.
"Terran…" My breath hastened.
"Answer me!" He was demanding answers. There was no way I could escape this conversation. I should have known that it was
