Held Hostage- Journal 3

To be held hostage would be awful. Not knowing of where you were and the feeling of being so helpless would definitely not be comfortable. My kidnappers name is Kristen. She dragged me by my fat down to her cellar and tied me to her stripper pole. As soon as I was tied up she went back upstairs and turned the lights off. I was so scared worried about my life and I was not sure if I would survive this whole ordeal. The next morning she came down stairs and threw a moldy muffin at me and said "Eat it you piece of feces". I struggled to swallow the muffin because I got more mole taste than muffin. After my suffering, I never ate another muffin ever again. After I threw up, she forced my clothing from my body, sicked her rabid mice on me, and I was left for dead. As I bled out and was going in and out of conscientiousness, I saw another kid sitting on the ground about ten yards from me. Why I had not noticed him before is beside me, but he sat up as soon as I made eye contact with him. He said that his name is Kasey and that him and Kristen stole a bunch of money and after they went to Atlantis she brought him back here and poisoned him. I happen to be a poison doctor and was able to save the young lad's life. He seemed like a nice enough kid but he has turned sour with all of the misery of being a hostage. Kristen came down and actually gave us some fresh meat, and after we ate it she told us that we had just eaten fresh dog. Kristen is not a very nice person and the next time she came down the stairs would be her last. We have devised a plan to escape and we have found a gun of water. She came down the stairs and we hit her right in the face with the water gun. She freaked out and we were able to wiggle free from her crazy clutch. We ran out the front door and became best friends.