Cheng 1 Ben Cheng Moskovitz English I February 6, 2012 Fortunados POV Scene

My eyes began to clear, however all it met was a vivid darkness. My lips have grown dry, and my thoughts harbored from drinks, to the questionable chains and the drinks again. The realization came quickly I have awaken from my drunken stupor I need to refuel before the buzz completely disappears. Maybe this was just a joke, just a cleverly thought out party game. Although, the air said otherwise, it was constricting. My arms began to sore, and I began to panic for a moment, and the stopped with a minor pain with what I could be imagine to be a thickly red mark on the cuffs of my wrists if the room hadnt been more shady than night. I said some words to Monstresor a number of times, now I came to te conclusion he could not hear me over the wall, so I fired myself up and let out a big one. Ha! ha ha! he! he! a very good joke indeed- an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo he! he he! over our wine he! he! he! A damp yet brisk voice penetrated the wall with the sharpness of a thousand needles. The Amontillado! Yes, let us be gone. I Where was the genuity of his words, where was it, where was it! As for I cannot feel its presence anymore. The coldness of hell took me over. For the love of God, Monstresor! Yes for the love of God! And my spirit cracked.

Cheng 1 Ben Cheng Moskovitz English I February 6, 2012 Dang you Montresor, where we not friends, how did it lead to this my best friend. Maybe this is how it was going to turn out, a bad end. What lead it to this I do not know perhaps the whispers will tell me, the voices of the dead, after all, we are not so far apart now. Who would had thought I, a Fortunado would meet a bad end under the hands of a Montreseor.