Here I am!

Someone declared their concern for my where abouts on another site.  I am using a photo my wife managed to get on Facebook to show the conditions I am being held in (excluding the fluffy pick slippers).
They can try, but they won’t break me.  The place is incredibly stark apart from the two tv’s, the spa, the kitchen, fridge and comfortable bed. But I am staying strong.  Oh and there is a nice couch, bbq, balcony and views.  Apart from that there is nothing.
I am only allowed out whenever I want to.  Apart from that I am stuck here.
I can see through their plans.  I can only have contact with others when I want to.  I must confess the approach is novel and for a while I played their game.  But I have realized the people I am allowed to see are only the ones I would like to see.  We have a nice time shooting the breeze and at restaurants.  Almost seems like a holiday.
From what I can tell I am being held on the third floor of an apartment complex.  There is no road between this complex and what looks like a river and beach.  I see people fishing who are oblivious to my plight.
There is reading matter spread around where I am.  But only so much.  It is only more than I could possibly get through and on subjects it is known will interest me.  Very clever that.  I am being indoctrinated into a particular way of thinking.
There are mirrors in the joint but when ever I look in one I feel like I am being watched.  In fact no attempt is made to disguise the fact.  The fella looking back at me looks like me but has more hair on his face than I had.  He leaves me alone.  Just as well really.  I would not mess with me having a black belt in macramé and all.
I’ve heard talk of needing more milk.  I reckon I will be taken when more is got.  It is probably safest that way as I will not attempt to break out.  It has happened before that I get taken to bookshops and grocery shops. 
I reckon this place is somewhere nearby where I live.  Everyone seems to be speaking the same language and look similar to what I am used to.  I am trying to pick up on what is being said as I think it will be useful when I am debriefed.  One couple in a food court chose to have Japanese take away.  I have no idea what that was code for.  And the kid watching us looked human alright, but technology has come so far.  I do not know there was not a powerful mic picking up our conversation for analysis.
Still, I am not going to fall for their ruse.  This is good alright, but I know it is only a shadow of what awaits me.  Just got to get through this ordeal.