Smaller and smaller… Need to escape
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.
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