Loser Journal Day 15: Water ran out days ago and we've emptied the back of the toilet to get by, power was shut down and I've been huddled in the cold trying to survive day by day. Watched a few remaining people find boxes, but I haven't had the energy to get up and look anymore. Hope is gone. I'm down to the last of my lead and I feel I must leave a warning to those who may follow to find my desicated corpse if ever the doors to this place open. I'm afraid of going to sleep, I may not wake up.....
...fell asleep and was manhandled awake by a couple of brutes. I didn't have the energy to resist as they bolted an electrical device into the bone of my right leg. The pain was immence, and I think I passed out for a bit. I awoke to see the mistress staring at me, and the rest of our group, as we we lined up in the hall. We were told we were being "set free", but as we had not earned or deserved our freedom yet we were required to return to this forboding place in 1 years time. If we did not, the device in our leg would detonate the bone it was attached to. Now that may or not kill us, but our chances of escape next year would be lessoned as we were hobbled to begin. The message was clear, return or deal with me.
The mistress, how beautiful, but what a dark and dangerous beauty that controls my life now. She had me taken to the nearest railroad and they plan to throw me aboard the first rail car found that is bound for Canada. I have no idea how I'm going to get home from Iquluit, but that is the least of my worries. I have a year of freedom, I need to make the best of it, for next year may be my last if I have to endure this kind of abhorent situation again. I've hidden my notebook between the boards in the back of the panel van they've used to send me here. Hopefully it will be found and will one day save others from the fate I look to repeat. They're coming for me now, I must stop.
