Death

Hannah 's POV.

The next day, the door to the silver jail was opened and Abraham appeared once again.

He was still followed by the witch doctor in the black cloak with snake pattern. Bernie followed them at the end wearing a mask, who was still pushing the food cart. Again, a variety of food was fulled in it. Meanwhile, the witch doctor was holding an empty blood bag as well.

I saw those thin, dry hand of the witch doctor, and empty bag in her hand. The memory that I was forced to be drawn blood just came back to my mind.

"No! Listen to me! You can't take my blood!"

My eyes filled with fear, I looked at Abraham pleadingly, the tall, strong, cold man standing in front of me, "Listen to me, there must be something wrong. My brother could never send someone to assassinate you, there must be a misunderstanding here!"

"Misunderstanding?"

The deep blue pupils of Abraham instantly became a thin cone shape. He stared at my eyes deadly and seemed like even angrier.

Suddenly, my neck was grabbed