Captured

It is the third day of my capture and subsequent abduction

My captors spirited me away to a savage and uninhabited place in the Northern Wilds of Scotland.

I had been bundled out of the car and into a crude and primitive wooden shack.

This is where we are staying.

Said the vicious, womanish looking one with obvious delight.

She then ordered me to carry many heavy bags and parcels from the car into the shack as if I were nothing better than a pack mule.

Outside, mere feet from the shack a ferocious river pounds past. The sound of its passing obviously another clever motif in my captors ill-treatment arsenal.

There are three of them, my captors.

The smallest, the tubby one delights in screaming and throwing things at me in a terrible rage.

I have learned to placate him with small tidbits I steal from one of the storage sacks.

The other two are the hawkish women. The longer, stringy one seems to be the senior. She is the one always barking orders.

Their is no WiFi.

Instead, strange ritualistic standing stones dot the surrounding hills.

When I asked about the WiFis, my captors laughed and called me a fool.

Their ill-treatment of me knows no bounds.

No WiFi.

No 4G data either.

But what will we do without the internets?

I railed at my captors. Once again, they threw their heads back and laughed.

We shall swim in the rivers and lakes and go for long walks in the hills!

They skrawked with an almost demonic pleasure.

It's inhumane.

Each night they dunk me in a wooden tub filled with boiling water before forcing cheap and bitter local wines upon me in the hope of breaking me.

I don't know if I can go on resisting them.

I don't know if I want to go on resisting...