Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the
other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream
of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again
vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its
headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their
hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However,
they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little
hunter” I am. B@*****s!
There was some sort of assembly of their
accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the
duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell
the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of
“allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my
advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to
assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he
was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the
stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here
are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is
regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He
is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him
communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports
my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him
in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.....
