Description
The Legends Say That Every Year A Boy Just Barely Seventeen Is Given To The House On Top Of The Largest Hill In The Village, Inside The House Waits Eight Demons Ready To Claim Their Prize... Team really hoped that wasn't true as he walked up the long path towards the house. He couldn't believe he lost a bet to Type and now had to spend the night at the old mansion that suspiciously look new as he got closer and closer to the front door. He didn't think as he stepped into the mansion that it would be so new and fancy. He definitely didn't expect to hear eight set of chuckles. He most definitely didn't expect for a handsome blonde to tell him he now belonged to him. Team stepped into the Demons Mansion and he suspected he might never come out but then again did he even want to?
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