Day 6769 of the hostage situation
So much has changed since my last entry I struggle to know where to begin.
The eldest captor is no longer a child but a young man who now is less interested in holding me captive.  He comes and goes at will…hours spent at his own vocation and with his female companion or friends. 
The younger female captor rarely references the YouTube entity anymore, her focus has shifted to a new entity they call tiktok…she has even created an account for me and I have been using it regularly,  strictly for investigative purposes of course…
We are at the compound this week and there has been little strife from the captors,  it makes me wonder if there is a grand scheme at play.
   It’s odd to say but I no longer wish to escape, in some ways I read through my old entries and feel nostalgia.  Instead of fearing what my fate as a hostage is, I now fear the inevitable day when my captors move on to some other endeavor and I’m forced to live as a free person, no longer a hostage.   Is it this the Stockholm Syndrome I’ve heard of? Am I developing a psychological bond with my captors? I think the answer is clear… for now I will cherish every moment spent in this strangely symbiotic relationship and worry about the next stage of capture when it comes.