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

look up and meet mine laced with guilt. He is one of them? Panic floods my heart once again and I’m about to call out to him even though I know he is the enemy. But he gives me a furtive look that says, “Please don’t say anything”. A second later and his expression has deadened like the rest of the crowd’s. He continues to make his way out of the door.
    That night at the party, he was so kind to me. He seemed like such a cool person, dancing with me and not even being a flirt. I play the scene back in my mind. We had talked about me being elected president in class and we had danced. He asked me where I lived. Oh goodness no, he told them where to find me. Elijah said that he destroyed the only ones who knew my location. Jesson must have been sent to find me and report back what I was doing and my whereabouts. That is probably how they found my house and waged a war overhead. I can’t really trust anyone, can I?
    Malphas had a son who was assassinated. Equal retribution would be to do the same to me. He’s going to kill me. No one knows where I’m and it’s my own stupid fault. Fear and pain well up inside of me and I expel the contents of my stomach onto the ugly stone paved floor.
    All is quiet in the dark chamber once again. By body is in agony. I drift in and out of sleep with no real comfortable place to rest. My only options are to lie on the cold stone floor or lounge in a hard wooden chair. The only thing near me is an empty bowl. The sight of which makes me feel like I could be here for a very long time. As grandma would say, “At least you have a pot to piss in.”
    So much empty time has passed. My hunger has me writhing in further discomfort. It’s had to be at least two days since I had anything to eat or drink. I’m exhausted, drained both physically and mentally. My body must be wrecked with a fever because I keep trembling as if I were freezing.  I can’t take much more of this.
    The lock on the door awakens me. A pale stream of light leaks into the dim room. A figure crosses into the path of the light and silently walks over to me. He is cloaked under a large hood so that I can’t make out his face. My hands wrap around my body trying to warm my sk in, my body convulses from the cold. He sets down a plate with a sandwich and a bottle of water. He turns and hurries back out of the door. I swallow hard smelling the food and dying of thirst. I wince as I drop to my knees from the pain of being beaten earlier. My wrists throb, swollen and caked in dried blood.  Every muscle in my abdomen cries out at the abrupt movement. I think he severely damaged something inside of me.
    I inhale the sandwich and drink the water down quickly. A while later the cloaked man returns to take the dish and an empty bottle. He puts two pills in my hand and offers me another bottle. I take it and he gently wraps a blanket around my shoulders. The slight warmth it brings me quells the tremors just enough to allow me to drift asleep for the night, or day whichever it is right now.
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    It feels as if days have gone by. No one has opened the large locked door since the night I was brought the meal and a blanket. The level of darkness has never changed and although I can make out their heartbeats outside of the room I’m kept in. No one has come near the hallway that leads to my door. I’ve mapped out the lay of this building by their heartbeats. Elijah’s trick has left me with a fairly detailed image of this place that I’ve replicated in my mind.
    Hunger, t hirst and cold, human torture in its most basic form, yet highly effective. It does things to the psyche that are irreversible. Deny anyone even one of these simple needs and he’s bound to break. Deny him of all three and watch him go insane.  The fever keeps coming back and I know something is seriously wrong with my body.  Why won’t he just come and kill me? I’ve begged for death, cried for it, yet it never comes. I’ve whimpered out Elijah’s