Entry 2:

According to my phone, an entire day has gone by and I'm starving. They won't stop trying to feed me bugs when I can clearly smell hamburgers cooking downstairs.

I hope Anne and Marcy are okay, wherever they are. At least I still got this Polaroid of the three of us that we took moments before we opened that stupid box. Who would've known it would actually work? This is seriously the kind of nonsense you'd see in those nerdy movies Marcy likes to watch.

I've been trying to figure out a way to escape but Grime, the toad captain, has his stupid guards on lookout and it also doesn't help that they locked some heavy chain to my ankle which is by the way leaving a bruise. Imagine if I worked out more? I'd probably be able to rip it off myself, bend those bars apart, and dropkick everyone in my path.

It took squatting in the corner three times for them to finally let me out to use a real bathroom, where I was under full supervision before, DURING, and after doing my business. I'm about to puke just writing this. GROSS!

Speaking of Grime, he found one of Anne's shoes and started questioning me about it. Like heck I'd tell him anything. I'm nearly positive he wants to kill us and use us for hamburger meat.