Excerpt from Michelle's Diary, July 26th 2008
Day 19 of my captivity:
Once again, all attempts at escape have proved fruitless. As always my tormentor kept me close at hand. It was a sad repeat of every missed opportunity of the past few weeks. At M is for Mystery, Ed didn't hear my desperate whispers for help. At Staceys, I considered a leap from the open window, prepared to risk the one-story fall in my bid for freedom. But alas, the window didn't open wide enough and my nefarious captor (Simon Wood, aka The Evil Pasty) blocked the only other exit.
Then today, I blinked S.O.S. in Morse code to Fran over and over again. Aside from graciously offering eye drops, the signal was completely disregarded. The anguish that fills my heart is indescribable. I have almost completely lost hope.
Tuesday night marks my last chance. If I can't escape then, the dark unknown looms before me. I shudder at the thought of what Simon might have planned once our public appearances draw to a close. I fear that I shall not survive this. My only chance is to strike first and hope the fates are with me....
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