Montresor Wine Monologue

I’ve just found out some wonderful news. My good friend, Mr.Montresor, is in town, and he is going to my carnival to see me perform in my jester’s show! Mr.Montresor has always been a great friend of mine, and he is almost as enthusiastic about wine as I am. For years I have been a proud wine taster, and I would consider myself the most educated wine aficionado in all of the land. The night of our planned meeting, I had skipped my show, and decided to go out for some late night wine drinking. I drank heavily up until the meeting with Montresor, as drinking helps me loosen up and have a better time. We eventually met up, at a late hour of the night, and Montresor informed me of some of the most delightful news, he has gotten his hands on what

One thing led to another and eventually Montresor led me into a very tight crypt at the end of the catacombs, where the Amontillado was being stored. “Go on,” Montresor said to me, “the Amontillado is in there!” As I walked over to the wine, I was pressed into the wall, where chains lied. I walked over and Montresor stood eerily close to me, and I as I was nearing the wine, I felt a sudden click at my ankles. I peered down to see chains strapped tightly to my legs, then Montresor chained my arms. I began to laugh, Montresor was always a great joker, and this time my good friend had pulled quite a jolly! Some time passed and I saw Montresor pull a blanket from the corner of the crypt, filled with unused bricks. It became clear that when he took out his trowel, Montresor planned to build a wall in the crypt. After the realization of Montresor’s planned, I passed out, both from my drunken ramble and the stunning realization of my once close friend. A great deal of time passed, and I could tell because when I woke up, there was a full layer of bricks covering the room’s entrance. The buzz I had acquired from drinking all night finally went away, and I realized my fate, I was going to be killed by a person I once trusted, and laughed with only hours