Wee Victory

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.A few days later, my cell suddenly changed rapidly. I wonder if this was the event the outsiders spoke of, but none the less I was not going to stick around. The fluid that was once around me is now gone; The cell quickly shrank without the liquid supporting it. With this, the squeezing action quickly accelerated and became far more intense. I needed to escape before this tomb of death took my life!

Working harder and harder, it seemed that I was making progress. Not only was I seeing more light, but I was actually making progress to the outside. As I progressed however, I quickly found my hopes dashed; I spotted the shadowy figures of what appeared to be my foes and they quickly whipped me the remainder of the way from my tomb and off to a torture device with a bright spotlamp and heaters. Theywere trying to make me scream, but I wouldn’t! I couldn’! Alas, I failed. I don’t remember what I said, but I believe I told them what they wanted to hear. Promptly they brought me to another of the fiends and deposited me upon their torso. The person that I was deposited upon was one of the two voices I had heard most of the time. I could also hear the other. I felt so tired after my trip, that I shortly fell asleep.

Over the next few days was a bit of a blur - A mixture of this incessant need to sleep, eat and my protesting, I didn’t have much time to do much work. They hovered around quite a bit, and when they weren’t holding or feeding me, they placed me in a transparent enclosure. I remember trying to roll to get out a few times, but my body is far too weak. So, it seems like I’ve gone from the small prison to another form of imprisonment. At least now I can work on my rehabilitation.

We seemed to have transferred to a new location. My new prison appears to have changed from the transparent walls to a mesh fabric walls. They don’t appear to have high hopes that I’ll be able to get out soon; The walls are only marginally higher than my body laid down.

Last night, instead of keeping the two familiar voices awake all night, I decided to rebuild my device during their sleep and disguise it in a form that should not be detectable.  It is complete now as such I felt that I needed to inform you. I need to do more research on what my previous and current prisons are. For now, I shall continue making my foes’ life difficult and hopefully I can demoralize them before too long.

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