RayleanAnnBowie

Blood as red as wine. Stumbling forth into the crevice of a space that Montresor called a room, my eyes roamed each brick. They thirsted to see the amontillado, as my throat desired to taste it. Oh, my mouth felt dry as a bone in anticipation although, it dripped saliva as I glared at this wall before me. I could feel Montresor at my back in his excitement; he was so close to me. I assume that he must have drank too much. That fool. One should always show restraint and dignity, like myself. Of course, Montresor had always needed me to set the example, and being his dearest and only friend, I was always there to teach him. He was hopeless wit