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Day one. The man in the respirator mask gave me this journal and the pencil that I'm now writing with.

I don't know how long ago he came in.

Maybe a couple of hours ago.

He ignored me when I asked him what he wanted for me.

I couldn't even see his face because of the mask and the goggles he wore. Those goggles just reflected the inside of the windowless cell I woke up in. The last thing I remember was leaving the dentist's office. I just had my yearly cleaning and was heading out to my car when someone threw a hood over my head.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm as I struggled. But then things grew kind of wavy, I guess you could say.

Kind of like I was really drunk all of a sudden. Then my legs felt like they belonged to someone else. I guess whatever drug they gave me

was pretty powerful because I don't remember Jack's squat after that. I just woke up in here,

still too groggy to panic. A few minutes later, the guy came in with the mask and the goggles

and threw this journal and pencil

to the floor.

I screamed at him, asking what he wanted as I tried to get to my feet.

But he was gone before I could get my legs to work properly.

At first, I ignored the journal.

I banged on the metal door and screamed and panicked. I'm not ashamed. Anyone would

have done the same. It's freaky as hell. And I don't know what he wants for me. I know

it isn't good. No one ever kidnaps a person to give them a better life or to take them out

for ice cream or something. Anyway, when I was exhausted

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