Mallory
I could say I do not know for how long Leon has been holding me prisoner, but every wound on my back is a real daily count and a reminder of the passing of time. 177. It's been 177 days since Leon captured me and he marks me every day with a daily gash as if I were cattle. My back is on fire. All I have is pain and a reminder of my suffering, both physical and mental. My resistance weakens more and more. The hope of escape fades away with the passing of time. At first I did make a few attempts, and this only hardened the conditions of my captivity, totally destroying my resistance.
My first escape attempt took Leon by surprise. I still remember his stunned look when he untied me so I could go to the toilet and I jumped on his back in a desperate attempt to knock him out with my h
