The Host
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I'm sure if somebody kidnaps you and holds you captive in a mansion filled with luxuries and everything isn't that bad? Well it wouldn't be that bad if the person who kidnapped you isn't a mastermind in manipulation games
A series of tests and games will leave you questioning if you really know your best friends
And these games will not only leave you shaken. It could permanently scar a person.
Becca Amara Evans had to go through this with her closest friends.
Needless to say..
She was never the same again
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