Its 745 am and all is quiet on the compound. The captors are still asleep. More adults have joined us. There are two additional MOUS’s and one female. If they, like me, are not of the dark side then I fear they know not the power the two assailants possess. They have unknowingly entered into a possible trap but seem blissfully unaware.

There are now 2 domesticated descendants of wolves at the compound who appear to be enjoying the company of the captors as well as each other. The youngest female captor is especially fond of these beasts and they of her. Is it possible she can speak to them and is secretly recruiting them to assist in her endeavors? With a 3rd canine joining us tomorrow the danger can be felt in the air like a looming storm!

Today the young female and I escaped the compound and went to a local establishment that specializes in hair. She got small streaks of natural looking lighter colors put in, they call it “highlights”. I on the other hand got all over color to erase the streaks of “tinsel” as the lovely lady fixing me called it. I made a comment that the assailants were obviously to blame for the tinsel (though to protect myself from future retribution I used the term “kids” instead of assailants)

We then ventured to a neighboring village and met friends for nourishment at a local saloon that also specializes in foodstuffs. Was delightful…almost made me forget that I am but a mere hostage.

Its quiet on the compound now, the MOUS’s have taken the three youngest captors into town for essentials, and the eldest 2 captors are out scavenging for food from the pond. I wonder if they are testing me to see if I will make a getaway? I considered an attempted escape but the road going in and out is wide enough only for one vehicle and after completing my chores, I fear I have missed my window. If I were to escape now I would surely meet them on the route, and I am not prepared for a foot chase through the foliage filled with bloodsuckers!! I will stay another day since the MOUS’s have promised to return with wine…I hope this was not just a rouse to keep me confined!

We arrived at the compound late last night. We are now unpacked and partaking in rituals adopted by those before us. The land surrounding us is thick in foliage, damp and dense which brings with it many bloodsuckers. We are becoming one with DEET…not to be confused with YEET( which is not effective and repeated exposure can lead to encounters with men in white coats)

The captors have THREE accomplices here…and a second male of undetermined status (for sake of time I will hereforth refer to them as the MOUS’s -not to be confused with ROUS’s which we have not encountered and I pray that they, along with the fire swamp, do not exist!)

Today the 2 MOUS’s, had lapses in judgement, a no longer uncommon occurrence. They have spent time teaching the FIVE accomplices the art of using mechanical weapons that throw small particles made of metal into aluminum cans. While it seems harmless as you read this…imagine the horror of knowing there are not one, not two, but FIVE mini captor’s learning this art, if you can even call such debauchery an art!! Just as I begin to fall into a comforting oneness with nature I am reminded that I know not what tomorrow holds. Til tomorrow dear friends-if tomorrow comes

The captors should be preparing to take us to this remote location again but they are lazy captors, I feel angst.

The manchild is consuming foodstuffs at an alarming rate, we may need to see the village doctor to rule out tapeworms. Tonight he cooked a pound of ground beef …no form to it, no accompaniments, nothing added but herbs and spices…and consumed nearly all of it…. he is now cooking his 3rd meal in the last 3 hours. I feel like I am seeing into the future and there will someday be a slogan referring to “Fourth meal” … if I am gone when this premonition comes to life, dance for me!

The younger female is watching the box of many lights and sounds. I think she may be unaware that I too have ears? After every line that causes her to experience laughter, she repeats to me what she has heard. I am not sure if this is a hearing test to see if I will be allowed to travel to the remote commune? Or if its genuine….hence I am afraid to admit that my ear holes are still functioning as I do not know what the right answer is? This may necessitate my retreat to sleep so as not to “ruffle feathers”… (or do more ruffled feathers mean more foodstuffs for the manchild?) Why must everything be so complicated….

Two days ago I stood face to face with the manchild and noticed I am no longer looking into his nostrils, but now his chin😳 It makes sense considering when i travel to the village to barter for items of sustenance they disappear seemingly overnight. I fear he spends his days asking this “YouTube ” villain for new food ideas…he is now consuming rice pudding at an alarming rate-a food he has never had prior to this week. Perhaps his taste buds require new stimulation as he grows, or perhaps he has come from another world, another time or dimension(the latter 3 seem more plausible)

The younger female is not immune to this hunger, she requested I prepare ramen noodles at 6am on Saturday am!?! She then gifted me with the leftovers, I had no words. Tonight she requested we go to Conneticut, I braced myself for impact and covered my face to utter the words NO… but she did NOT lash out, in fact she laughed 😳 I fear there is a story in that laughter that I may never live to know.

I often on the weekends wake up earlier than the 2 captors and the one of undetermined status, between 530 and 630 is normal for me. From there a glorious several hours of jubilant silence ensues. Most weekends I’m asked by the one of undetermined status why I dont wake up the captors and himself earlier🤔🤔🤣😂🤣😂 I know he must be making attempts at humor, it makes me giggle to think some silly soul would intentionally awake their captors (and any of undetermined status)

I must retreat to bed for only God knows what tomorrow may bring.

There is an eerie silence in the dwelling tonight, interrupted only by sudden outbursts of the assailants yelling at each other and threatening bodily harm. I had thought, neigh secretly hoped, that they would continue the rouse of joining forces. Even though it would surely mean my eventual demise; the sinister laughter and taunting dialogs gave an uncanny sense of peace in the homestead. I guess it’s true that all good things must come to an end?

I have had no calls to action, zero unreasonable demands and as of yet no assailants have hijacked control of the large electronic box that shows pictures and makes me laugh.

Am I awake? Alive? Have I traveled to an alternate dimension only to awake to the unmatched terror of a reality that is not what I am being led to believe exists??? Or is it possible I have finally created an imaginary world inside my psyche that I can escape to??? I am perplexed and can only hope what is left of my sanity has not escaped my grasp.

The assailants have allowed me to continue my vocation through this all. For that, I’m undecided if I am grateful or angry 🤔…hmmm but I digress… they seem to know exactly when they should NOT call me while I slave for peanuts, yet do it anyway?! Or perhaps it is intentional…the jury is still out on that.

Today the young female called to ask me to bring her apple pie, I was preoccupied with my tasks and forgot what she asked. I was fearful to return home empty handed but she only gave a sad face and did not lambast me… I fear more now, this is abnormal. First Japan, then L.A., now apple pie- I am playing with fire and bound to get burned!

Then 30 minutes later the manchild called inquiring on where I put his swimming gear… i do not use his swimming gear, i do not know where it is- when I disclosed my current state related to my vocation he impressed upon me that it was urgent and insisted I return the call as soon as I was free. I did, and he did not answer. He is training well to become a full fledged man.

The young female is angry with me because I won’t take her to Japan on July 7th…so she found a closer venue…downtown LA…I still said no so I am now the sworn enemy. I remember the old days before the hostage takeover when not going to the dollar store was a Capitol crime…we’ve graduated from dollar store to international travel seemingly overnight.. pretty sure I’ll get the chair before I escape at this rate.

The older Male wants a light grey teapot…I told him when I come home to a clean house I’ll consider looking into this mystical contraption that turns water to tea… i may need to hire this “YouTube ” entity to interpret the grunts as I’m not sure what “uhhh.. hmmm… mehhh” means. Either way at this rate, I’d be much more apt to move swiftly if the contraption turned water to wine.. but I fear that’s only a pipe dream.

As you know we were taken to a remote compound this weekend. I haven’t spoken of the eldest Male in our clan yet, the father to the two assailants. Mostly because I am still undecided on if he is still a captive WITH me, or if he has joined the dark side, and become a part of the assailant clan. Most times I feel he is still a captive as well, but while we were holed up in the compound I caught him teaching the assailants how to make fire🤔 I do not know if this was a slip in judgement, or if he is training them to do his bidding. Is he winning them over and soon I will be left to fight off 3 instead of 2? I guess time will tell.

The older manchild worries me some….I recall days before the hostage takeover when he spoke in words and full sentences, but lately his speech is reduced to barbaric grunts and unintelligible mutterings. I do not know if this too is just a rouse to play a teen human or if I need to begin prepping for the next level takeover!?!

The young female is also trying WAY to hard to keep up with this cruel game. My guess is she studied human behavior from this “YouTube ” entity and may have misinterpreted the degree of shifts in mood most human females exhibit. One minute she is refusing to speak and even mimics the older Male by grunting angrily; the next minute she is laughing and telling tales of comical events.

It is a strange existence to say the least

I’m beginning to think the assailants are not who they claim to be. Take for example the young female who claims to be only 10, today she was teaching herself a new language?? She claims it to be Japanese and says she is learning it from “YouTube ” I do not know who this YouTube is, but I fear they may be an advanced accomplice.. or worse yet, the assailants are working FOR this entity 😳. But…she slipped up!! She (the one who refuses most meat based foods [yet ate chicken soup] told me tonight I should try making “pork cutlet bowls” HA! SHE is NOT the same assailant who has held me captive for 3868 days. I do not know how, but I will unveil her true identity if it takes my last breath!

The older Male is avoiding me, and when I speak he shows no emotion and responds with “cool” or “ok go away now” …I’m certain he’s doing his best to mimic a teen human but he doesnt fool me. I’ve seen his dwelling and I am certain no human lives like that.