The Cask of Amontillado

I never had the thought that Montresor could have this much hatred piled up in his insides against me, his disgusted and spite looks that he gave me before he closed this wall. What have I done to make him hate me this much .
I looked forward for today, looked forward for all the dancing and singing, of course my favorite part was drinking, as a wine expert I love to drink and compete. The person who was my rival was Luchresi, I have to say he was good, but I was better, was better. Now that I am stuck here I no longer matter. My people are probably dancing above my head, while I am in the pitch dark, ill and tired, I can hear sounds of bells in my dizzy head, I could feel the cold eat me bones, the air is so heavy I feel like I am under water. I am terrified and shocked. How could Montresor be so cold hearted, how dare he throw me in here, here between the dead all alone and leave me to death. Yes I did insult him, however I didn't mean to hurt him, it was just a joke that's all, has he gone insane. From the moment he came and told me about the amontillado I felt it, his laughter leaking out of his eyes, he was laughing about how foolish I was to believe such a story. He came to me from between the light, his costume was enough to darken the place. I could not recognize him at first but from the way he spoke I came to realize it was him.
'My dear Fortunato here you are," he said with that fake smile of his. He started to talk about how lucky he was to have met me from between such a
crowed. I tried to find my out of his hand to go to the next party, however, he wasn't easy to fool. I wasn't following his words because I was drunk and ill and my heat felt like a storm. "Can you help me with a task my friend,"he asked. "How so?" I said with an I-am-busy-tone wile looking around for something else to run away from him.



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note: this story is by edgar allan poe , a famous horror story writer ,however, i wrote the story in another way. the original is spoken by montresor (the person who kills)
the way i wrote it is from the character who is killed.