Monttresor: A Narrative Story: The Montresor

It was in the middle of carnival season. The music was blasting loudly to conciliate the moment of such a wonderful occasion. Keeping my head up, I looked around. There were people dancing, swaying their body in time with the music. Others were sipping on their drinks lightly, smooching and chit-chatting with each other. It was then I spotted Fortunato who was wearing a belled suit, enjoying himself at the carnival festivities. He was speaking to an acquaintance of his that were hobbling and jerky, who were obviously drunk. Even though he was not sober, he offered his faithfulness and his kindness to him. I took my steps gracefully and waved at him. He seemed delighted to see me.
I started the conversation. “My good friend Fortunato, what
There were so much thoughts and feelings to be reminisced. “The Montresor,” I said, “were a great numerous family.” The name meant a lot to me.
“I forgot your family’s coat of arms and motto.” He said, glancing at me.
“My family shield portrays ‘a huge human foot d’or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel.” I replied.
“And the motto?” He asked respectfully.
“The motto, in Latin, is ‘nemo me impune lacessit,’ that is, ‘no one attacks me with impunity.’ ” I responded defensively, my head held high without my knowledge.
“Good!” He proclaimed.
Later in the journey, we descended into a crypt, where the walls were decorated with well-preserved human bones. At the other end of the wall, a skeleton was chained in a metal cage.
“Here it is. Let’s place him here.” I pointed to one end of the wall with chairs prepared while throwing the Fortunato down on the ground. He squirmed on the floor upon the impact. “Come, give me a hand.” We then tied the collapsed Fortunato on to one of the four fusty chairs. The effect of the sleeping pills was so strong that he was still unconscious after being dragged all the way through the long passage and thrown on the ground. He seemed more like a dead