Chatterbox: Inkwell

Here's a bit of the story I've been playing around with. It's called Surviving Denial. Your thoughts please:

Magdalene stared wordlessly at the man. He grinned back, showing a toothy smile with blackened gums.     “Now tell me little girl, what’s your name?”    

“That’s far from any of your business,” she calmly replied, though her heart quavered and shook as the man serenely lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing the deadly black handle of a gun nestled snugly in the pocket of his ratty blue jeans.    

“I said, what’s your name?” The smile transformed into a daunting sneer.    

Magdalene’s confidence broke in that moment, rushing down past her toes in a torrent of fear and panic. In a last attempt to remain tranquil and calm she forced out, “My name is...Skylar. Skylar Woodington.” She let her honey blond hair dangle in front of her eyes, hoping to disguise the lie.    

The man surveyed her attentively. She glanced up at him and he met her eyes. “No,” he said slowly, “your name is not Skylar. Do not lie to me, girl. Now tell me: What is your name?”    

She choked on her words and finally spat out, “I’m not lying, sir. My name is Skylar Woodington. I live on Madison Avenue, just down the street.” He had penetratingly blue eyes, Magdalene noticed, that matched his hard cold stare as he interrogated her. Realization cut through her like a hot knife. Her eyes. They matched her eyes. “Dad,” she said aloud, “Dad is that you?”

So, yeah, what do you think? Please criticize! I know that it's bad, and I want to make it better!