The Cask of Amontillado
I was surprised when I found out there was nothing in the niche. No lights, no air, moreover Amontillado that we were looking for. It’s totally blind alley! Soon my curiosity rose again. I got suspicious about my friend’s honesty. Curiosity and my trust to him as a best friend collided in my heart. Deep in my heart, I believed that there was no reason for me to get skeptic towards him.
“He was my best friend,” I said to my heart.
I didn’t want to ask him for the second time whether he really knew where Amontillado was kept for I was afraid that it would offend him. However, what I saw inside the niche was only spider web which seemed so dull. I couldn’t control my self as my mind felt so messy with alcohol and my passion to find Amontillado. I was dizzy as I couldn’t control my words even my movement. I touch the cold wall which was built since 1000 years ago. It’s cold and wet. I could see the reflection of flame from the flambeaux on the wall. Suddenly I heard the steps of my friend. He was going inside the niche.
“Amontillado….isn’t here,” I said unclearly while shaking my head as I was so dizzy.
I tried to see him clearly by opening my eyes widely. Suddenly my friend fettered me to the wall. He put and tied my hands on the wall harshly. I didn’t know what to do as my body was so weak and uncontrollable for it was suffered by the alcohol. Then he circled my body with rust chain. It was cold as it was so tight to my body. Soon he left me inside the niche and walled up the entrance to the niece. I was so angry to him. I didn’t know what did he intend to do to me. Soon I became very mad towards his weird behavior. I screamed and called his name, but no one came in. I shook my hand harshly until the niche became so noisy. The sound of shaking chain echoed inside the niche and it collided in my ears. Fresh blood burst from my hands as I tried to loose the chain. I heard the sound of trowel hurtling against the stone outside the niche. I found it impossible to scream again as my body became weaker and weaker. There was no air inside the niche. I hardly took a deep breath. My body sweated excessively as my blood burst terribly. I lost my power even only for moving my finger. Soon the ambiance became so cold. I didn’t know whether the niche which was being colder or my body which was losing the blood. In the end of my life, I said to my heart and hoped he would hear my confession by the echo of sincerity,
”I don’t know what I have done towards you and make you feel insulted. Sorry for being stupid
to make you happy. I do this sacrifice with all my heart and soul to redeem my fault towards you.”[]
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