My Soul to Take (Soul Keepers (Young Adult paranormal romance)) Read Online Free

my hands are bound behind me and my feet shackled with heavy cool metal. I can’t see anything. I prick my ears back and try to listen for the telltale signs of life my man-candy of a teacher imparted me with.
                  I can hear noises, shuffling of feet, but no heartbeats. Maybe demons don’t have heartbeats. Why would Elijah teach me a trick that was useless against the very beings that threatened my life the most?
                  “Elijah help me please!” I struggle to free my wrists. Pain screams through my nerves as the binding used cuts into my skin. My hands feel warmed by a liquid that can only be my blood. I feel a cold wet tongue lick the blood from my wrist. I squeal in horror. “Ah, leave me alone.” A huff is released that sounds like it came from a large dog. But God only knows what sort of unearthly creatures dwell in the underworld. I hear a loud bang as what must be a heavy metal door gets shut, followed by the sound of a lock being turned.
    My heart hasn’t slowed down since I heard my abductor approaching fast. The bag over my head only makes things worse. I bend my head down and try and shake it loose. My arms are bound too tightly behind me. I can’t lean forward enough to get the hood off. This place smells of soot and moist stale air. It’s terrifying not knowing what’s around me. This room could be crawling with spiders, rats, or even cockroaches. I shudder at that last thought. Ugh, I hate those disgusting bugs. One thought repeats in my head: This is where I’m going to die . 
                  Hours go by, and my arms feel as if they will snap from the pressure. This hood is hot and I feel like I’m about to pass out. I begin to cry again. Why won’t they just kill me already and get it over with? I’m in hell. This is what I get for being angry at my God. He has cast me out to the fallen ones. He must have agreed that I’m not the right one for the job. Neither fully human, nor fully angel, the only place for me is here, locked away like the freak I’m. I was stopped before I could brainwash another rapist into imprisoning himself.
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      I’m awoken by the grinding of the metal lock on the door. It’s pushed open. Something cold and sharp runs along my arm but it doesn’t cut me. It snaps the tie on my wrist and my arms are set free. They hang by my side like limp noodles. I know it will be a while before I can use them again. I close my eyes and picture Elijah and I on the beach as he took my hands in his. I remember the sounds of the waves kissing the shoreline and the exhale of the bubbles as the wave recedes. I can almost hear his heartbeat. Please work...
    Finally– I hear a cacophony of drums beating out as one.
    Ef me, I’m surrounded!
    The sound knocks me from my chair to the floor and the bag comes loose from my head. My feet are still bound and my arms don’t have the strength to lift me. I blink several times trying to focus, all while getting more frustrated that my body isn’t cooperating.
    Dark cinder block walls enclose the large windowless room.  Dimly lit gas lanterns flicker and dance out a small flame, illuminating the room marginally. I could be anywhere.
    In the shadows, human like figures begin to emerge. I can just make out their outlines and the features of some that stand closer to me. There must be thirty at least. They all watch with a hint of wonder and fear mingling on their faces.  Each man looks to be about twenty something. Their similarities end there. Some are well dressed in tailored suits, others are grungier with beards and beanie caps on. From men with a slight build that probably weigh less than I do, to big hulking T-shirt ripping Goliaths, their eyes are all trained on me.
    Through the open door, I see another man enter. He is immediately granted the respect of the others. They all visibly tense when he passes by them. I assume he