Personal Narrative Analysis

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When I woke up the next morning, I realized that I was in Zaroff's comfortable bed. Where am I? Why am I here? I suddenly remembered. I had won. I was the first one to win the game. I had the island all to myself now, but what should I do? I spend the first few days, exploring the island all alone. It was beautiful, but also gave me goosebumps. That night, I thought, "I needed to leave this island as fast as possible. I need a plan. But how? The prisoners!" I decided that I would be departing this island along with the prisoners within the next two month. The next morning, I slowly sauntered down the stone, cold stairs to the dungeon. When I reached the towering, I shivered with fear. The black door at the bottom of the stairs, I carefully

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