Those words… over and over again when I sleep.. echoing…”Be seein’ ya real soon… “. Where did i here them before..? Why cant I remember?

The drugs he gives me are strong.. I try to fight them.. fight them like I like i fight him.. but both of them are stronger then me..

[Be seein’ ya real soon…]

So thristy.. If get out of here Ill drink up every drop of water in Arklay…

When.. when I get out of here.. I HAVE to get out here.. Keep trying. Keep fighting. …

[Be seein’ ya real soon…]

… its getting harder .. cant get his voice out. He’s been gone all day.. How much longer do I have til i hear those footsteps overhead?

The ropes are loose.. blood is a great lubricant when its fresh.. if I cant get my hands free.. if i can make it across the room and up those stairs to the door.. if I can open it.. Keep trying.. Keep fighting…  .. How much longer..?

[Be seein’ ya real soon…]

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…was that a footstep..?