Burn My Soul Part 1 Read Free Page A

than Satan's own hell hounds!" I can't help but smile taking that as a compliment, even knowing it wasn't intended as such.
    It dawns on me, that the only other person who's ever compared me to a hell hound, is a figment of my imagination. One who lives only in my dreams and fantasies.
    "Sweetheart, you leave me no choice." He sighs deeply again, chanting in a strange demonic sounding language.
    My heart pounds so hard in my chest, I feel as if it's also pounding in my ears. My breath hitches in my chest. I struggle against him even harder, feeling as if it's the last act I'll ever accomplish on this earth.
    Suddenly, I whimper as my feet and hands become rigid and unmovable. What the hell is going on here? The sensation moves slowly over every inch of my body. In my overwhelming fear, I begin hyperventilating, unable to stop it, unable to calm my breathing down.
    My eyes widen as large as saucers, my stomach is heavy, and all thoughts fly right out of my head, the only thing I can move. My breath comes faster and faster as I look down. I swear something invisible is holding me still, not letting me move.
    "What are you, some kind of witch or voodoo priest? Did you just put a hex on me, you bastard?" I manage to gasp out in between quick inhalations still trying to calm myself. "I will not just stand here and let you rape and kill me! I'll scream my bloody head off until my very last breath!"
    Before I can say another word, he grabs my head, turning it sideways and blows some kind of black smoke in my face. For some reason it works, allowing me to calm my breathing down. Yet it doesn't mean he plans to be nice.
    "Be quiet woman! Don't make me disable your vocal cords. It would be such a shame." He growls sarcastically, his tone telling me just how angry he really is. What the hell does he have to be angry about, he is the one trying to kill me!
    "You could....compare me to a witch even though I can't stand the sneaky tricksters. Yes, I did put a paralyzation curse on you just now. It's only to keep you from maiming me any further."
    "You coward! Why are you afraid to show yourself to me? Are you actually afraid of little ol' me?" I taunt him, my voice highly patronizing. He remains silent and hidden. instead of facing me.
    He's probably afraid I'll be able to identify him! I think angrily. I hold onto my anger to chase away the remaining fear. That way if he kills me, at least I know I died fighting. Not like a frightened whimp who never even tried.
    "There's nowhere you can ever hide from me if my sister dies in there! I assure you, I will find you and kill you!" I blister his ears bloody, growling fiercely.
    "Shhh, my little hellcat. I truly am not going to hurt you in any way. I promise Madi will be just fine. We're here to help, not hurt her or you. Don't you think if I was going to hurt you, I would have done so by now? I'm so sorry Damien scared you so badly, he can be quite the asshole sometimes.
    Do I trust what he's saying? He does have a point
    "Only Sometimes?" I ask sarcastically. Even if I begin to warm up to him, I never will to his so called friend, Damien.
    When he lets out a deep husky wholehearted laugh, I startle. That's not the laugh of a killer, not when it's so vibrant, carefree, and pure music, to ears that try to remain deaf and yet cannot.
    "Sweetheart, you took off like a shot before I could explain. Although, Damien's response to your defiance was definitely worth seeing. I've never seen him so flabbergasted nor so angry with anyone.... until now." He pauses and chuckles again causing my body to buzz with desire so intense, I shake from it.
    "Nevertheless, we are here to help. Damien and Madi are dating, didn't she tell you?" His tone of voice sincere and confused.
    "Please tell me.... when would she have time to do that, between my dragging her into the mansion and dying?" I utter disdainfully.
    So that's who she called out for. You've always had poor judgment in men, Madi. Remind me to thank you