Day 1

I couldn't stop looking, I swore to myself that I wouldn't. There just had to be a way out! Some sort of escape.

But what could one do with her limbs bound at the wrists and ankles, her mouth taped shut, and only her eyes able to swivel about the darkness.

I blamed them, those horrible people that brought me here, the almost as bad people that I'd come across in my life. I blamed those sniveling idiots that invented the damned machined ticking religiously off to y right. I blamed whoever put this damned restraint about my neck, keeping me from from turning all the way around.

But most of all, I blamed myself for allowing myself to speak with that insufferable maniac-how could I have been so foolish?!

And as if by mockery or some type of twisted joke at my expense, they left a book of matches, a candle, and a notebook and pen next to me in such a proximity that I'd not be able to miss it.

And with my own burning defiance, I struck a match, lit the candle, burnt through my restraints and am now writing down these accounts.

Yes, I am still looking for an exit to what appears to be an enormous cell, of sorts. I have already crawled along the surprisingly sterile floor, searching for just about any kind of indications. But there are no doors, no windows, not a crack in the the cold walls nor a hole in the darkness.

There is only me and this beeping.

I'll kill that clown.