The Blooded Hood

"ANSWER!" she yelled, her voice cold as ice, calm yet venomous. My face paled as a cold breeze went down my spine. I felt the cold metal of the knife on my neck. Tears spilled out of my cheeks and down my face. My body shook, my hands trembled. "Please, I don't know, I've never met him Please, I AM BEGGING YOU!" I...