The Cask Of Amontillado Short Story

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“Cask Of Amontillado” Narrative Rewrite
The water dripped slowly down my back, making me shiver and tremble. The chains held me in place, refusing to loosen their grip even for a minute no matter how I struggled. Another muffled cry from outside drifted through the stone.
“Please,” I called weakly, knowing that it wouldn’t help me knowing that I was going to die in this dark and gloomy cellar. Something that sounded like laughter came from outside my soon to be grave. My head lolled onto my chest and I drifted off into a world of dreams. In the morning, the normal senses of my body returned to me. I was fuming at Montresor. He had done an awful thing not to be forgiven or forgotten. But I, Fortunato, would not go down without a fight. May …show more content…

“Nothing for you to worry about,” came another frantic voice, Montresor.
They disagreed, “No, someone is down here,” they cried and then the rocks started to move and the door started to open. I woke up looking into the face of my beautiful wife. She must have realized I was missing and come to the house with the man who had the biggest grudge against me and followed him back to his house leading her right to me. The game was up. “Henrietta” I called weakly, she burst into tears and wrapped her arms around my neck and then before I knew it I was back at my house. And Henrietta was holding Montresor to the wall. I saw it before it happened his hand arcing towards Henrietta and before I could cry out he had connected with her temple and she crumpled to the ground. I tried to hide but he knew where I was and that I was trapped. He closed in and then the world slipped away from my consciousness.
I was back in the cellar but this time with Henrietta, we were both chained in the same way as I had been before but this time with food right in front of us but too far to reach, the ultimate slow torture, and a shadow hanging in the door
“Well, well, well look who has woken up at last” Montresor

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