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Murders of seven teenagers at a time have been the talk of the world. No one knows who the killer is and where they keep the children. All they know is that the children were tortured for days before they were killed. Now a new seven children have been chosen. Now we get to see what happens to them. Will they survive or perish trying to escape. Only they can decide.
A/N: This is a project I have been working on with @iloverainbowturtles. Please go check out her profile!! She will be posting this book too!! :P
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