Ezekiel Elliott, you were just a kid and your parents sell your soul into a demon just to get rich, your parents was relieved for the thought the demon forgotten their arrangements

Now it's your 18th birthday. After the birthday party, you rested inside your room when you felt some sharp finger nails tracing your legs

you shrieks but he cover your mouth

"you've grow so much.. so pretty.. so sexy.. you're mine." he growls hovering on top of you