Day 47

Bale's here. And it has come to me that we might not get out. They're hanging me from the cieling by my ankles now, and beating me. And they showed him to me once - that's how I know. He looked absolutely horrible, bruised and bloody. I cried that night. It's been a while since I've done that. I don't mind dying - I wouldn't have taken this job if I did - but he can't handle this. I'm really worried about him.

Oh, shit. They're coming. I'll write later.

Day 56

I'm hurting most in the leg. It seems to be their favorite spot - they keep burning me, cutting me, dumping ACID there. I guess they know about that accident a while back. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll numb up entirely.

My hands are shaking and it's making me nervous. They really ought to feed us more often. I've been shaking a lot lately - it makes me scared and furious at the same time. Why can't I be strong enough to get through this? No word from the Gods either - I figured as much, they don't like to influence the human world. This is one situation I wouldn't mind a hand in.