Try getting his attention. There is no reason why I should have to be quiet.

How could he keep me in a cage while trying to get a good night's sleep? I grabbed two sides of the cage and started shaking the cage, while screaming at the top of my lungs. "Let me out of here! ****! Raaaaaaaaaaape!" Michael sat up and flung the blankets off of his bed, completely startled at my tactic. He sleeps in the nude, it seems.

"Wha wha what?" He turned towards me and saw the source of the noise. With a look of unbridled rage on his face, he pounced towards the cage, and was on top of it in less than a second. "Listen up, you little bitch. Don't you ever, I mean EVER, interrupt my sleep, or I'll make sure that you aren't able, you subverting cunt. I have so many ways to shut you up for good that you'd be surprised with my ingenuity. Good night, ****, and don't wake me up again."

I was a bit scared, but if he really wanted me dead, he would have killed me. Or would he have? Michael went back to bed, and I curled up and tried to fall asleep.

What felt like hours passed, and Michael was able to sleep well with his actions, just like I had for nearly a decade. With the tables turned, I couldn't get to sleep...