Vox Hunt: Inbox (1)

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Day 983 of my captivity.
 
  My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
 
  They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
 
  In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
 
  Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
 
  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.
 
  Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
 
  I am convinced that the other p risoners 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.