Reaction To The Cask Of Amontillado

The sound of bricks being laid and the dampness of the crypt enveloped me as I stared blankly into space. The alcohol that intoxicated my mind was long gone but it feels as if my whole being is still submerged in liquor.

There was light from the other side of the niche, but it was getting faint. As I tried to move towards the light the chains held me back. I called out to him