Continuation of the "The Cask of Amontillado"

The continuation of the "The Cask of Amontillado" is about what happened to Montresor after he exacted his revenge. The constant poking fun that Fortunato did to Montresor only fueled his hatred for the man. And by doing so he was digging his own grave. My continuation of this story is about how Montresor went about living while Fortunato was slowly dying within the catacombs. Within the dark moist underground maze was Fortunato, chained to the damp stone behind him. The decaying bodies and skeletons in mind but out of sight in the pitch black space. The shackles clanged in unison with his every movement. Escape was the only thing he could afford to think about, his malevolence towards Montresor was the only thing that kept him conscious at the moment. Plotting and imagining how he would go about his repayment. His eyelid’s felt so heavy. He was so drained, his arms hung numb in the chains. The occasional squeak of the rats no longer concerned him. He could feel his self-drifting away and he could no longer stop it. He couldn’t help but feel desperate anymore; with a last attempt he shook his chain viciously. He had run out of air. Setting that last stone in place fills me with the most wonderful feeling! The over whelming joy and feeling of accomplishment has me feeling giddy as ever! Placing my hand on the stone wall and feeling the rough, damp exterior and fortunato’s scream bouncing through crypt has me cavorting my way back through the catacombs. The stale, musty air filling my lungs as I breathe heavily as I leap and frolic, I run my hands along the stone walls filling me with a shiver of excitement. This dreary chamber is a perfect fit for fortunato’s tombstone! Ah the word tombstone has another shiver racking my body. I heard one last scream accompanied with violent shaking of chains as I exit from the catacombs. Crisp air fills my lungs as I emerge from the vault. The light, fresh air softly blows making my coat whip around