A strange occurrence

Day 7

I was released from my cell today. The guards allowed me two hours of yard time within the building, which is the location of my cell and their sleeping quarters. No understanding for my temporary release, unless it was meant to save me from the brink of insanity. I have seen no torture devices moved through the bunker yet, but solitary confinement is a torture in and of itself. I am forced to eat to remain occupied, and have gained weight as a result. I believe they intend to fatten me up so any escape would be increasingly more difficult. Well ... well done, sirs. Well done.

The guards watched me closely, and as such I was unable to pick the lock. Changing tactics, I attacked them both, first hitting them high on the hands to disarm them, and then low at the feet to impede their balance. The female guard seemed to understand my motives and vaulted herself onto the bunk, leaving me flying through mid-air on a collision course with the far wall. Cunning, as I was then unable to reach her from the floor to enact my vengeance. Launching myself against the bunk in an attempt to gain access to it proved useless. It is imperative that I remain calm, as I cannot allow the guards to gain information about myself or my mission. Must remember not to humiliate myself with fits of outrage anymore.

They have given me toys, playthings, as if I were a dog. Insulting to say the least. Nevertheless, I confiscated one that appeared to be a mouse and deposited it in my cell when the guards left the room momentarily. I feel compelled to roll about the room with it, but I remain strong-willed. I will dissect said object and study its contents. There might be something within to aid in my escape.

I ate a rather large amount of rations for lunch and am feeling overwhelmed with exhaustion. I fear the day they poison or otherwise tamper with my food, as I am certain I will eat it anyway.