Ten nodded, not wanting to make a noise. He dropped down onto his knees and then onto his stomach as told, lying down flat and trying to work out what he was doing here exactly. He exhaled and inhaled as slowly as he could, trying his best to do what he was told. He knew that voice. That was the tone of someone not to mess with.
And he knew when he had to obey. It was just instinct with him.
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And he knew when he had to obey. It was just instinct with him.