Rainsford Monologue

It was already the afternoon over on Ship-Trap Island, and Rainsford was sleeping soundly as the waves crashed against the rocks. Suddenly, he was awaken with a jolt. His eyes took a while to adjust to his surroundings Where am I? he thought to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered, What happened last night? The steady breathing of the hounds caught his attention. He walked towards the window and looked out into the courtyard. Peering out, he saw the great hounds in a deep snooze. His eyes grazed across the courtyard but stopped when they came across a mess of bones. Nearby, the grey cement was stained red. With a sharp gasp, the realization hit him that General Zaroff has died, and he was the one to kill him. He walked back inside the bedroom and began to pace back and forth.

I just killed a man, with my bare hands. How can I go back to living? I deserve to die; I am a murderer. Rainsford struggled to stop himself from jumping off the balcony. He felt as if he had just betrayed all his morals. Sooner or later, the guilt is going to eat me up. I need a distraction, he thought. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to do on the island except hunting. Also, there wasn’t anyone else on the island to distract him. Wait! The prisoners down in the basement! Still shaking, Rainsford hurried down to the basement. A wooden door awaited him at the end of the hallway. Next to it was a large brass key hanging on a hook that Ivan would be most likely guarding if he was here. He grabbed it and inserted it into the lock. As he opened the door, he was met with a dimly lit room. Staring back at him were many dark and thin men. It was evident that they had been there for a while due to their scrawny figures. “You no Ivan,” spoke a tall, dark young man with a think Spanish accent. He was one of the stronger-looking men from the group. Long, dark eyelashes framed his chocolate brown eyes that carried a sense of