11-15-2002, 05:30 PM
Day 8 Morning:
I woke up coughing up blood. That cannot be good. My ribs hurt. I believe at least one to be broken. I must figure out a way to escape. I cannot endure another session. I have found the slice of bread and water left for me last night but I am not hungry. I rinse the blood from my mouth and toss the piece of bread to the corner for the rat if he decides to come back. Jon will be back tomorrow.
I woke up coughing up blood. That cannot be good. My ribs hurt. I believe at least one to be broken. I must figure out a way to escape. I cannot endure another session. I have found the slice of bread and water left for me last night but I am not hungry. I rinse the blood from my mouth and toss the piece of bread to the corner for the rat if he decides to come back. Jon will be back tomorrow.