First escape attempt: failure.
These small utensils they give me to eat with can pack a hit. The guy who comes to bring me food had no idea how strong I actually was, so he never saw it coming. He might need a few stitches or something, given that he had a rusty knife protruding from his cheek when he ran screaming out the door, but I'm no doctor.
After that they shackled my hands together. I can still eat and write, but it's difficult. They haven't discovered the journal yet, and that's exactly how I'm going to keep it. They can't take away the last piece of my sister.
Lately, there's been a lot of cannonfire outside. It freaks me out a little each time they go off. I mean, a freakin' cannonball could come straight through the hull and kill me! Sometimes the ship rocks back and forth violently, which isn't very pleasant either.
That Viper guy has started to come visit me or whatever. This officially proves my point, he is a creeper. He brings in a chair and 'chats' with me for awhile. The guy's really perfected the stalker smile, and he never turns on the lights.
The questions he asks are really weird too. What am I afraid of? Am I stressed most of the time? Do I get sudden bouts of unexplainable anger? Hell yes, I'm being kept in a freakin' cage by a freakin' creep on some creepy-ass freakin' ship! Why wouldn't I feel stressed?
Even after he leaves, it feels like someone is still watching me. Sometimes I have nightmares about him, and then I wake up to see I'm still in the same place.
Second escape attempt: big freakin' failure.
The replacement food delivery guy didn't have the keys either. I know I don't have rabies, but he might want to get a shot just in case. That bite mark on his neck looks pretty cool too. But the metal cuff around my own is anything but stylish.
Still don't know what day it is. They don't bother to give me a calendar or anything. I have no idea where we're going either and it doesn't look like anyone's going to tell me any time soon. Whenever I ask Viper, he only smiles and tells me 'You'll know soon enough.'
So to sum it all up: still stuck in the cage, now shackled by the hands and neck, Viper still being creepy. Still very pissed off, although I'm eating a lot more than I ever did on the street. I'm not as skinny as I used to be, and they aren't beating me or anything, so that's a plus. I'm starting to think that this place isn't so bad…
Except for the shackles. I still hate those.
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