Day 4 of my captivity

Last night my captors allowed me to have 5 hours if sleep after the torturing. My shim has been filed down to a fine blade for picking the lock on my shackles. My bowels are still in quiver mode. The forced dehydration has made my vision blurry. On day I hope to have my fingers reconstructed from the bamboo that's been shoved under my nails. The mutiny is eminent. There will be casualties an collateral damages that we will have to overcome. My rely on my memories of home to keep me focused and diligent to escape. Ground control to major Tom.