Wee Victory

So little time to sneak in a few words - My two primary jailers seem to be nearby, hovering, watching me, incessantly. I must have made them nervous to leave me unattended as seeing my first escape was a near success. I’m not quite sure what they have done to me, but my motor control, vision and other functions of my body seem to have been impaired; Granted, I can not remember anything from before my soft prison, from viewing many YouTube.com videos, my motor control does not appear to be in line. As well, these fiends seem to be also significantly larger than myself.

It seems that all I can muster the energy to do is shout, flail around with little control and sort of track others with my eyes, though the latter seems to fail often. If it weren’t for these monsters hovering me, I would be dead I’m sure; My screams usually bring them closer to examine if I am hungry, sleepy, or messy. It seems that I still can get the upper hand however; I can seem to reliably relieve myself when they check my mess-containers and I’ve managed to get my movements on them. Just wait until I can do more! I shall do more than leave messy matter upon you, foul villains!

For the most part, between these bouts of bodily needs, I tend to sleep a lot in my new cloth prison or upon their torsos. I do not understand why they would want to keep their nemesis so close; If I were them I would be cautiously watching for if I may strike.

I need to start researching further on the cause of my apparent nervous system impairment (Or maybe it is something else?) If anyone can point me in the right direction, it may be of benefit to us all.

That was one week that I will never forget. During my fight to escape, I took notice of the light at the point where I was attempting my escape. Happiness ensued within myself; However, that happiness ebbed when I also saw a shadow pass in front of the potential opening, along with some movement. Had they detected my potential escape at this point? The date drew near and it still seemed like I was a long way away from my escape.

I accelerated my attempt to escape; With only a day left until January 13th, I had to try harder. As I tried harder though, I noticed that the squeezing action of my cell become stronger and more active. I could only hope that this was the cell itself and not my jailers. I couldn’t help to become frustrated however, as January 13th came, and then went, without much progress at all. During this time there was a lot of new voices and a rhythmic drum-like sound occasionally. The talk appeared to be of me, but by this point I was so focussed on my task at hand, that I did not really try to understand them. I did not want to be here when whatever was going to happen would happen. (more…)

Hah! It seems my work on this soft spot is working! I see light on the other side of this place, and the light is getting bigger. My escape is eminent. Should only be a few more hours; A few days at best depending on the tension of this surface. I shall escape this wretched prison! And not a moment to soon; My cell’s walls seem to be pulsating and contracting regularily now; I wonder if this is some form of execution room. No matter, I will leave this hell before it will get me!

With this, I will need to destroy my equipment to connect to this Internet before I finalize my escape. If I do manage to get out, I do not want to compromise my connection to the outside if I happen to become captured during my escape. Once I have escaped and found a safe haven, I will rebuild my equipment so that I can connect to the Internet again. To all of you who may be reading this, it may be a while.

To all of you, I bid you a good evening.

I can’t take it anymore! Alright! I’m broken! Just let me out of here! Hello? hello……..

I did not just break down. I’m trying to force my captors to reveal their intentions; So far, it has not worked. Blast it! I’ve been working on seeing if this exit is a possible exit, and it is showing some definite promise. The area feels less continuous and there does seem to be something blocking the exit location. I’ve been punching and pushing on it with my head; I don’t have a lot of leverage at all anymore due to the shrink of this prison now. Even if I wanted to try to continue to explore this cell, I likely wouldn’t be able to do much of anything due to the fact that I am now forced into a tight ball form and incapable of turning myself outside this small area my head and upper body is in. I must continue to fight my way out of this place! I shall escape!

Curses! It seems that my connection to the Internet was lost; Maybe they’re probing for my connection or something happened? A lot has happened in the last few days since I had connection last. Formost, I managed to get myself turned towards the apparent soft spot on my cell. After examining it closer, it appears there is something blocking what appears to be an exit; The exit is too small, but concidering the nature of my prison, this may be the only way out. I’ve began to work on seeing if it is possible to exit through this way and it does seem possible. It is hard to work on this escape plan without being detected; The date of January 13th is only ten days away now and without any further knowledge of what their plan is, I need to escape before my life is in further jeopardy.

Besides this, I’ve been trying to understand more of my captor’s language. It appears to be two common voices I can hear regularly, but I can identify a possible eight different regular voices, as well as a number of other voices from time to time. The non-familiar voices have been more and more frequent, which appears to reinforce that January 13th is a very important date.

After spending time studying the contortions of my dynamic prison, it appears that these contortions may be in part due to the actual physical interaction from my captor’s hands and my cell; Perhaps they check to make sure I am still present or my current position. I attempt to make sure that they are quite aware of my presense and hopefully not become suspicious of my positioning by the potential exit by punching and kicking regularily. This hopefully will make them feel comfortable that I am breaking down and weak. I feel by my studying that the best time to escape, when these voices seem to leave as well as the poking and prodding that in what appears to be the middle of the night to be the best.

If anyone has any information on my current whereabouts or appropriate escape plans for my situation, please contact me via the comments below. I must not give in!