Montresor Short Stories

A chill runs down my spine as my hands traces over smooth cold stones. A damp smell fills my nose. A torch lay on the side of the wall, the only illumination in the compact cellar. The dirt on the ground made dust appear in the air around me. Suddenly a cold metal clasp reaches my wrist and clamps it. “The ammo-” I wanted to ask where it was. My wrists were chained to the wall. Montresor chuckles as he chains my ankles and neck to the stones. It sends an uneasy feeling flooding through me. I can feel the soberness leaking back into me like an old friend. I Screech as fear floods through me as I realize I am chained. The cold, silver shackles imprisoning me. My shoulders quickly get soar in the chains. The room is dimly lit by the torch and shadows cast on the walls and the ground. Montresor has walked over to a pile of, what appear like stones. It is dark, so I …show more content…
I am too drained to respond. I leave him unanswered. “Fortunato?!” All of a sudden a torch gets thrust through the only hole remaining shadows casting all around me. The wall finally illuminated, I am finally able to see Montresor's monstrous creation. It is solid and is not falling down anytime soon. I am chained. There is no way I can knock it over. It wouldn't matter anyways, I am chained. There is no escaping. I suddenly hear the padding of footsteps as Montresor is walking away. It hits me that this is my death bed. I use all the energy I have left inside of me. All of my strength. I screech and scream as loud as ever desperately praying that someone will hear me. Just enough to get me out of here. I scream and scream until my voice is too harsh and my throat is too sore to whisper. I can feel the chains cutting into my skin and the air whisping out of my mouth, leaving my body. The world starts to spin. Blood is trickling down my arm and throat and my thoughts are fuzzy and I can’t think straight. I can only see one thing… heaven, and only hear one thing...