Stepping into the building has proven increasingly difficult for me. All the men in the facility could kill me quite easily, and willingly. I stepped through the metal detector, my bag going through the scanner as Mike "Number 3" smiled at me. Nodding, I take my bag and continue into the facility. I heard I would be having a new understudy named Jared. The bustling of the slightly crowded minimum security prison overwhelmed me with numbers flashing in my head as I looked at everyone. "Izzy." Ben "Number 4," said firmly, grabbing my arm. His sweaty yet cold palms made my skin crawl, "Yes sir?" I mumbled wishing he would let go. "You're heading the wrong way, Jared's up in your office." I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and nodded, making my way upstairs. I froze in front of my door. My throat closed off and I broke out in cold sweat. Is there a killer clown in there? I thought shivering. Why was the number ten flashing in my head!? Suddenly, the door opened and in front of me stood the most innocent looking man I had ever met. He was about three inches taller than I was, but he had the biggest smile I had ever seen. Right above his head the number 10, warning and red. Before I could utter a word, everything turned black.

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me

yes

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