#111022 - She calls. They have no intention of releasing me, they want to keep me locked her forever! I can't stay here! I'll loose my mind! I sit trying to work out my escape plan as the blonde picks the gun up, tucks it into the front pocket of her outfit and begins lays the plastic sheeting out in the middle of the floor, lining the relevant bottles up along side it. So all of my attempts, all of the fighting and trying to scream was only making it worse? My sore throat and rope burned wrists and ankles were all for nothing! They want to see how much I hate it, how much pain they are inflicting on me.