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Joeaikman47
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Jason slumped in the corner of the cell, taking in every word that was said. It never hurts to know your enemy, and every single person who went into the arena would be an enemy. Just one more obstacle he had to kill. He smirked as he heard it was only the girls second time. That means she'd be given nice equipment he could prise out of her cold, dead hands. Didn't they all know it? In a matter of hours most of these people would be dead, parted company with their sad, miserable lives, and he would walk free again.