Prisoner's Diary

Leaning against the wall, this is the first time he has fainted.

The dimly lit room made it impossible for me to understand the change of time.

He vaguely touched something on the wall.

Tear off the piece of paper taped to the wall.

That's a photo, if I'm not mistaken, it's me?

Me when I was young.

Why is there a picture of me here?

I started to panic.

Was he not only a kidnapper, but a stalker?

I fumbled around the walls, trying to see if I could find anything else.

And the results horrified me.

The dim light kept me from noticing, and my photos were pasted all over the walls.

From kindergarten to elementary school, middle school, high school and now.

How long has he been with me!

This kidnapping was much more serious than I thought.

He is not aimless, but he aimed at me from the very beginning!

Is it my parents, or who offended him?

Could it be my wife?That bitch, trying to get rid of me because of her affair?

No, all imagination right now is just speculation.

I had to stabilize my emotions so that I could be saved before it was too late.

I must live well.