Monday, April 21, 2008

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
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They dine lavishily on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
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Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I neverthless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The ONLY thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
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In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit, not just on the carpet, but in a pair of those things they wear on their hind paws.
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Today, I decapitated a frog and dropped its headless body at their feet.
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I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.


Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies'. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

This morning, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around her feet as she was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
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I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.

He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now...

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