Wee Victory

Why must my body insist on sleeping so much? Trying to discover the reason for myself trapped in this body; Adding in planning on my escape as well as exploring this ‘Internet’ and I don’t have time to sleep. It is hard to make progress on anything while I’m sleepy, or worse yet, my captors trying to put me to sleep. It seems like well over half my day is spent sleeping or fighting sleep. It is so frustrating to be sleepy, I must yell out in anger about it.

I’ve come to find that yelling obnoxiously about being tired will usually end with my captors laying me down in my prison for sleep, or sticking me in the swing-like device to make me even sleepier. I should learn to stop screaming and yelling about it — Save myself a few minutes more to work on projects. It is just so maddening to need so much sleep. I hope this is only temporary and will correct itself soon; I think I’m going to go mad otherwise.

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!

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.