Wee Victory

My prison is shrinking quicker and quicker! If I don’t escape soon, I will be doomed! Is this a form of torture? I shall not bend. I shall be victorious! I will escape this wretched sarcophagus; I will not give them any information. I will not! I am stronger than these fools believe. I shall not become another statistic.

My accelerated learning of languages is not quick enough blast it. I’ve only started learning some basics. I don’t know what these fiends are putting in me from my feeding tube, but damnit I must fight the sleep and continue studying an escape. I believe my jailors have been speaking of some event to occur on January 15th. As since I keep hearing ‘Merry Christmas’, I believe it is December 25th today. That means I have three weeks to escape from this place. I believe I found a weak point in my cell. It is very hard to be able to turn towards it now; My cell has me pinned like I was inside a tight rubber bubble. I will continue to fight to turn that way, to see if I can get to a point where I can see this soft spot better.

The torture started again tonight! My jailers are trying to break my will! They are playing slow music again, trying to destroy me. Trying to make me talk, it will not work. Never! I must keep myself awake and not myself become demoralized. I shall kick and kick and ki…

What? What happened? Blast it! They put me to sleep. I will not let them win. I will escape! I shall extract vengeance on them all!

It seemed like my prison was being moved around again today for a good portion of the day. It is just uncomfortable when my cell seems to be contorting and shifting for hours on end. This form of torture always seems to be supplemented by a variety of other techniques as well. Curse it all! I wish I knew what they are attempting to gather from me!

As wish the movement of my cell, also came the uneasy feeling of acceleration and deceleration repeatedly in the day, as well as subjecting one wall of my cell to a relatively cold temperature. To top this off, near the end of the torture session I was provided with extremely spicy nutrients via my feeding tube, causing myself agonizing sweating, runny nose and general overall discomfort. This is likely the worst torture I have experienced so far. Maybe if I can somehow disconnect this feeding tube or something, that I can force my imprisonment to show their faces and reveal their true intentions!

I have been accelerating my study of the understanding of their spoken language via an array of sites such as YouTube.com with its image-sequences demonstrating (albeit sometimes poor) spoken language, as well as Wikipedia.com for a good source of information on the world outside my cell. I still have yet to figure out what form of imprisonment I am being held under; Maybe it could be a top-secret government program for specimens such as myself.

Enough chit-chit however. Its time to continue my language lessons. Hopefully soon I can understand what these atrocities are saying around me.

It seems the past few days the activity around my prison has been rather slow; It seems like a lot of what is called ‘music’ is coming through, though I have yet to figure out why so much of it is playing the past few days.

I haven’t noticed a lot of activity around my prison, so I’ve taken these moments to see if I can find anything in here that will be of use. It is near impossible to turn on my own now, but I still succeeded in doing it anyways just to see if I can find anything critical. My cell seems to be spherical for the most part, but there does appear to be soft spots. This may be they key to my escape.

I’m still having difficulties finding information on my type of imprisonment; I can’t seem to find any pertinent information on my situation; Most methods of imprisonment I have found seem to describe and show far more space than I have, and nothing indicating a ’shrinking’ enclosure, except for something called an ‘Iron Maiden‘ however this seems more squishy.

If anyone has any ideas on what the devil I am in, it would be great help to aid me in my escape!

Blast it! That familiar voice is back again! I haven’t heard his voice for months, but as always, his excited tone is a sign of the impending deformation and contortion of my cell, causing me even further discomfort from the shrinking size of my prison. When this has completed, there is the perpetuation of a bizarre sound that feels very familiar to me for a few moments before it is all over. I never seem to be able to react quick enough to kick or hit the source of the deformation unfortunately, but I keep swinging away nonetheless; Hoping for at least landing a lucky blow like I did a few months ago on the source of the contortion.

I need to accelerate my audio language interpretive skill development so I can understand what these blasted voices are saying! I know if I could understand what these voices were saying, I’d likely be able to uncover the details of my imprisonment and how to further my escape plans. Blast! Now I need to research more. This ‘Internet’ device I seem to have managed to get working has been a great help up to this point, but I have yet to find details of what I experience. I just hope my jailors do not discover my device for accessing this ‘Internet’ before I can escape.