They surprised me. I didn't realize it until they were already on top of me. The big guy, the one who called me a "kafir" was the one leading the charge. Socks full of batteries, couple of crowbars, and bare fists. Nothing I could really do. They beat me unconscious.
Didn't wake up for a day. When I did, woke up in my own blood. They didn't even clean it up. So I banged on the bars until they let me shower. I may be a prisoner, but I'll be damned if I get an infection. And there is obviously a reason they are keeping me alive. Otherwise, Big Guy would have ended it yesterday.
Amazed they had a shower in this place, but they do. Just a cave with a faucet. They blindfolded me when they moved me around, but it took about five minutes to get there. Means this place isn't tiny.
Spent two days recovering. They brought the journal but... I didn't feel like writing. Too many things on my mind. Right now, just trying to hold it together.
Big Guy makes it a point to rattle my bars every time he walks by. I gave him a scar when he came to my cell. Got ahold of one of the crowbars and hit his face. His right eye will sag for a while now. I think he is pretty high up on the food chain but not the highest. He tried to open my cell yesterday but was stopped by a short guy with a long beard. Big Guy didn't like it at all.
On the ride over to the Sandbox, one of my sergeants told me to keep track of everything going on if I were to ever get captured. I've been recording every little thing but I don't know if it will help me. Who knows... maybe I'll find a loophole in a guard schedule or something.
Maybe I won't. For now... I need sleep.
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