Trapped
No, I will not speak to you. It is a sick joke, a cruel joke. Yes, call my name, I won't reply. I'll never reply, not after such an unfeeling game. This is a game of cruelty, Montresor! There is no laughter, no jokes or fun. Just cruelty. Cruelty and violence!
I often play with you, Montresor. I often humour you and your little games, and you have never tried to hurt me, yet now I feel pain; sharp, stabbing pain so that I cannot rest or even lean as you so insanely entertain yourself. This daggered rock you have me against claws and caresses my back, intent on scratching, stabbing, wounding. I can feel the hot, thick liquid it has drawn as it cascades down my back. Leaving the wounds it blood, blood that you drew in trapping me here. I will show you when I'm out, and oh, how guilty you'll feel.
But if you place that stone in the wall, you won't be able to take it back. You can't, you have to let me out. I can't get out alone! Montresor, don't! Please!
He's gone, he's gone. But he can't just leave me here. Surely he wouldn't just leave me here. Surely he wouldn't... Montresor... Montresor! No, of course he can't hear me. Of course not...
What have I done? Why... why has he left me here? What wrong did I ever do him? I cannot think of a reason no matter how hard I am trying to think logically and fairly. This is not fair! There is no reason! You are insane, Montresor! Mad and insane! Oh, I wish I could ask, I wish I could explain or understand. I wish I knew why he needed to hurt me like this. But I can't know, I won't ever know. I'm... I'm...
I'm going to die here.
I can no longer feel the daggers in my back, although I know they are sharp. The blades have caused a numbness; a numbness that allows no detail, no hint as to the cause, just a deep, throbbing and unbearable pain. Pain... yes, they must be sharp.
I can't seem to stay in one place. Thoughts come and go, I feel tired, nothing in my mind is quite straight.
But I can't know, I won't ever know.
The floor around me is red now. It's part of me, soaked in the dark rivers of my body. Perhaps that is the reason for my flittering thoughts, and this drowsy feeling. Or maybe it's confusion; shock. I feel weak, and ever getting weaker, and I can feel my lack of blood. Blood, hope, and understanding.
Pain... yes, they must be sharp.
This is a game of cruelty, Montresor! It is a sick joke, a cruel joke, a... a... Somehow I have the feeling that you are not listening to me anymore. I feel like you have left, though I do not remember when... How long have I been here? How long have I been alone? I wasn't alone. Only a moment ago he was here. He was with me. If I could only recollect as to where he was going, then perhaps I should know when he is to return. Though I am sure he won't be long. No need to worry, no need to...
The floor is wet. Blood, wet with blood. Thick streams all around, surrounding me, like I belong to them, like they own me. And as the streams trickle further away, I can feel my energy following behind. My blood, leaving at any call. Without it I am lost, I am gone. Oh, but how mad I sound.
My flittering thoughts, this drowsy feeling... I'm going to die here... Oh, how guilty you'll feel... What wrong did I ever do him? Montresor, please... My blood, the weakness... This drowsy feeling...
Sleep now, Fortunato. Come now, rest will help. He'll return, he won't leave me. I must close my eyes, to rest, just while I am waiting.
Without him I am lost, I am gone.
