DAY 459

ITS GETTING COLDER. IM DOWN TO MY LAST FINGER. I DONT GAG AT THE TASTE ANYMORE. I THINK THIS MAY BE MY LAST ENTRY. SILENCE SURROUNDS ME EXCEPT FOR THE OCCASIONAL SCREAM. I CANT SEE ANYTHING, BUT I CAN TELL THAT IM IN A CAGE. SOMETIMES I SEE THINGS MOVE IN THE DARK, SMALL FIGURES WITH HORNS. I CANT TELL IF ITS REAL OR IF IM HALLUCINATING. I CALL OUT TO THEM WITH NO ANSWER.