The quarters I am kept in are small and bare.
The only thing that might be considered to be furniture is my bed, and it's
really just a cot laid on the floor. The walls are rough stone on one side,
which appears to be the face of a stone outcropping. The other three walls are
made of heavy stones of the same kind, but are laid as bricks might be laid.
The only difference is that these stone are about two foot cubes as witnessed
by the thickness of the wall the door is set in.
My meals are brought twice a day which I eat
without utensils. It is some of the best food I've ever tasted. None of my
female guards have yet spoken directly to me, but I haven't been abused or hurt
either. The treatment isn't anything like I'd been taught capture by the women
would be. The fact is things are really rather pleasant considering I'm a
prisoner!
The accommodations aren't sterile, but are
much cleaner than the conditions I've spent most of my life living in. As time
has passed I've began to wonder just how much of what I've been taught about
the women is true. As far as I can see, up till now, and if my captivity is any
indication, I've been misled all my life.
My cell is lit by a single glowing plate, set
into the ceiling, which maintains the same dim level of light constantly. The
only way I have to tell how much time has passed is by counting the meals, then
dividing by two.
During the first weeks of my imprisonment my
fear finally begins to subside and I started to explore my dimly lit confines
in detail, if for no other reason than to break the boredom of endlessly
waiting for whatever might happen. The only break in the boredom comes when a
tray is slid halfway through a slot at the bottom of the door, and left there
while I eat its contents.
As I explored my cell from top to bottom, it
became clear the cell is extensively equipped so my captors can secure their
captives to any point, of any of the walls, at any number of heights they might
desire. Further exploration brought me to the stark realization that the roof
of my cell is also equipped similarly. It is clear that the builders of my
domain put much thought, and effort, into closely controlling the exact amount
of freedom their captives enjoyed, or probably more precisely, were denied.
The rhythm of life in captivity is consistent
and remains so for many days. Months must have passed while I've been here in
this cell, and I've began to think I'll be left in this forgotten cell forever.
Soon after that sobering thought entered my mine, I began to notice little
unexplainable things start to happen. The first is the unexplainable desire to
sleep after some of my meals. I've tried to fight the urge from time to time,
but I've yet to beat out the sudden desire to just sleep, but the more I fight
it, the stronger the urge becomes and now when it comes I simply lie down and
let it take me.
After many rounds of sleeplessness and sleep
I began to notice little changes have been taking place in my cell each time I
am forced to sleep. As still more time passes the changes in my cell become
more and more obvious and in some ways I feel panicked by these occurrences,
yet at the same time, I always wake up from the irresistible sleep feeling so
relaxed and peaceful, that at times I find myself looking forward to the next
time I receive sleep therapy, a term I've applied to the occurrences.
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