Wee Victory

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.

Hah! My device is finally complete! I can contact the outside world!

It took a while to gain access to the outside world but at last, I can continue my plans. First thing’s first, to escape this cell. I’m trying to do some research before this place totally closes in around me, surely terminating my life. Its not easy; I seem to be stuck in this room with nowhere to go. Does anyone know how to escape this ever-shrinking squishy tomb?

I keep hearing these two voices from outside, making ridiculous sounds, seemingly mocking my existence inside this squishy sarcophagus. Every once in a while I feel something pressing on the soft walls of my cell and I feel the urge to kick it. I wish I could find something else to hit these pressings with but so far, no luck finding much better than my feet, so I shall continue kicking. Maybe this will be the key to my escape.

I’m off to research further; I shall keep the outside world aware of my situation.