Falling hard

Summary

Times were bad. War filled the air as you saw houses and buildings burn down. I ran through the under ground tunnels with a hunting knife in my hands. I heard a noise behind me. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I turned around. No one was there... bang! It went black. I woke up in a dark room tied to a chair.
"Well look who it is. The poor little orphan." Said a voice that came from the back of the room.
"You killed the only people I loved." I said.
"Oh you're blaming this on me?" The voice started to laugh.
"What do you want?" I said.
"You know what I want." The person threatened me by putting a knife near my throat.
"Where is it?" "You think scarring me is going to work. Oh you don't know what you're what your up against. Kill me, you'll only make it worse." I said.
"I'm not going to. Not now." The person said.
"Why are you doing this?" I said.
"I want to see you suffer."It said.
"Take her away." It's said.
Two tall men walked up to me and threw me into a jail cell.