9. Diary Entry 8
Well, I'm back where it all started. This is the last time I'll ever have to be in this place, and I'm glad. How I could've been naive enough once to let the man who kidnapped me in my house is beyond me. I don't know why I was so easy at trusting. I suppose I've lost my ability to trust over the last 2 and a half years. The warehouse seems to have experienced so much damage since I first arrived. I noticed for once the many bullet holes that are scattered about the exterior. Hopefully the police will be able to save us from here with the information Nikara gave them, if she was even able to make it there. The number of men that come to the auctions have begun to dwindle, but that just meant that those left were rich entrepreneurs that had money to bid. Hopefully this means that they're finally starting to get some sense kicked into them that if they come to these things, they have a higher chance of getting caught by the police. Who even knows when I'll ever escape...if I'll ever escape. I guess I just have to pray and hope for a miracle, but for now, I'll have to keep fighting these people until they finally have the courage to set me free.
Fighting back hard,