Part 2 Devils Big Price
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From the 30 people that they had to kill one was named Alex and she woke up in a dark room and she saw a bright light then she saw 2 shadows one was well she thought he was holding a mashedie and the other one was holding a gunso she tried to untie her self then she got her hand out and then she untied her hole body then she ran for her life they followed her then she saw other people but they were all nocked out then she saw her best friend Carlin so Alex woke her up and untied her so then they bot ran it looked like they were in a big basment so they tried to find a door then Ben and Andy just stoped running cause they were to fast for them they finally found a door and it was locked so they had to kick it open it took a long time but then they got it they kept it a secret and then the devil appears So Ben asks him what he is doing here and he said you let them go and he was really mad but he said get them back have them work with you and they will have to do your dirty work .
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