Personal Narrative: Montressor

Tears pouring down off my face, I can gradually visualize my fate. I can hear the footsteps slowly and slowly dissolve. Overhearing the rasping voice of Montressor, I had concluded, I, myself have been deceived. As my belligerent attitude gets in the way, I started grappling the chains violently. I was desperate for assistance, but being forceful and dependent will not be expedient. As I try struggle to be nonchalant, my satisfaction to get vengeance tenfold. Since the rusty chains are rigid, I swept my feet back and forth to dig. Hours upon hours, no significant progress has been made, No sight of anything productive or useful. I have been defeated, with vexation, I stomped my feet upon the ground.
As my feet were weary, I felt a razor edge, I use my feet and my keen eyes to scrutinize the razor edge, turns out, the sharp edge was actually a decayed bone. The yellow, white bone with the sharp trowel edge was lying below my feet. I tried to use my feet to pick up the bone, but no luck yet. I tried again after stretching my legs and still no luck. I tried once more and yes it happened. I lifted it up to my arm, grasped it, and used it to get me out of these chains. I started carving the chain. A simpleton like Montresor leaving me here to die, impossible. I
I had a dream about me drinking wine the size of a few planets. I thought that I slept so long that all the toxins in my body are gone. I woke up and the thought that it was weird that the color of the bones in the catacombs didn’t decay or change at all, and the wine was still there for me to drink. I can finally obtain my desired drink. I drank and was satisfied. The wine was very delicious, it quenched my thirst, and it was very refreshing. I could die and I would be fine with it. My coordination started to get poor. My liver started to deteriorate. When my liver was gone, I died peacefully. No one ever found my corpse because no one went to the