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thesandbagger (42) from Hertfordshire

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Day 395 :
Situation report:
I am still being held captive and I am writing this in the vain hope that somebody will read this one day and remember everything that has happened here.

I am being held in a small dark room, with no toilet. The windows have been blackened out and I can hear muffled screams and shouting from other male inmates, the noise is winding its way from other parts of the building to my dark cell. God only knows what the female guards are doing to them, but it sounds very unpleasant. I haven’t been subjected to the torture regime yet, but I wait with horrible anticipation for the moment to arrive. Occasionally, I hear the clanking of chains and the stifled cries of another inmate, as he is dragged by the hair, past my cell and off to the torture chamber by a small number of female guards. At that point, my stomach turns, as I wait for the door to unlock and sheer terror grips me as I await my turn. Fortunately, that day is not today.

Day 396:
7am:
I have been woken from my half-sleep by one of the guards thrusting my food through the slot in the door. The tin plate scrapes across the cold concrete floor, making that familiar screeching sound, as it does so. It contains my daily diet: Chicken McNuggets, regular fries and coke. They know I love milkshakes but when I humbly ask, they keep fobbing me off with some pathetic excuse that they milkshake machine wasn’t working. And they refuse to give me ketchup…… this really is hell. Today is my lucky day, there is also something extra on the plate. It looks and tastes just like a big clump of pastry with something sweet at the centre, but I cannot figure out what it is. I asked one of the guards and she said it was an apple pie, but it couldn’t possibly be. Obviously, this is another of their mind controlling games, designed to break my spirit. Apart from the non-stop screaming, nothing much else happened today.

Day 397:
4pm:
I don’t know how much more I can take, but I have a strong spirit that is not easily broken, so I soldier on. However, I am the fortunate one. I can hear other male inmates shouting nonsense at the tops of their voices. The poor souls have obviously broken under the torture and they have been driven mad by the isolation and the terrible food. I have remembered my training and I am able to catch mice and other small rodents to supplement my dietary needs. But, for some strange reason, they taste just like the McNuggets.
9pm:
It has gone strangely quiet and I can hear the feint sounds of screaming and shouting, coming from the torture chamber. Nondescript phrases like “bend over” and “take me, big boy” meander their way to my cell. The incessant screaming is starting to break my spirit. But then I hear a very quiet whisper in the dark. It is from somebody called “Hibby”….. obviously a code name. He whispers that we are somewhere called MSE. I rack my brains to try and think what it means…… but to no avail. I slept infrequently, tonight.

Day 398:
8am:
The delivery of my daily slop was late today, but with it came a message:
Today was to be the day that I am to be taken from my cell to the torture chamber. The guard cackled as she strolled happily back down the corridor.
The full horror of what was about to happen to me, suddenly hit home. A cold sweat engulfed my entire body and started to feel very sick to the core. I soil myself as the terror snaps at me. I am unable to eat.
1pm:
The guards open the door and six very strong women hold me down as I am tied and bound. I fight, but it is useless as they easily overpower my weak body. I am dragged up a long corridor to a room, where the full horror awaits me …………….. I may never return from this place.

Day 399:

About you

Someone with a sense of humour :)

thesandbagger is 42 years old and lives in Hertfordshire. He is single with one child. He's 5' 6" tall and of cuddly build. He's a non-smoker, who drinks occasionally. He is looking for dating and romance, friendship, hobbies and activities.

Level: 7 Membership level: 7/10