It's been three days. Three hellish days since they brought me to this... place. I don't even know where "here" is.
There's no one here to talk to, except for maybe a few rats I hear running around in the dark. There are no windows so I can't see outside.
All I ever see is darkness, except for when they open the door I can see a little light. The only reason they open the door is to come in and break my legs. My speed heals me faster than a normal person, so every six hours or so these bastards have to come in and make sure I can't run away.
Right now it might not be so safe to go back to Chicago anyway. The police probably think I murdered Rebecca and I'm on the run. THese bastards are going to pay for that, I'll make sure of it.
I don't know where here is. But if I ever manage to find a way out of here, I'm going to kick someone's ass.
