My prison chair is infinitely more comfortable than I ever could have imagined or have ever experienced in my life. I spent five straight hours in it with no discomfort, inspired to leave only by nature beckoning me into the house (with the warden’s permission, of course.) Her lust for torturing me is proving insatiable. I thought I saw a small glimmer of compassion in her last night when she left me a thin sheet to keep away the cold, but it was for naught. In the night, I opened the sliding glass door a crack to allow the warm air from inside the house to wash over me, but she woke up and closed and locked the door. As punishment this morning, she applied a highly sticky tape to my hairy legs and warned that when I fall asleep, she will sneak up and rip the tape from my legs and the hair with it. She is truly sadistic. I will attempt to send out the drone later today and explore my surroundings outside my prison chair and see if there is any hope of escape from this wretched place.