"As I Wither Away" (Fortunato's Final Letter Assignment)

My Dearest Consort,

Oh how I long for your eternal, sincere hospitality at this moment, for I am afraid that manipulation has gotten the best of me this time, and Montresor is the orchestrator of it. Montresor, always seemed like a pleasant young man, but underneath the constant trail of aid, concern, and compliments is a rotten heart of deceit, treachery, and a surplus amount of self-pride. If you might be as so discombobulated as to why I proceed with such repugnance towards him, I shall ellaborate.

Montresor seemed quite welcoming when I had approached him in my motley attire during Carnival. After a measly ounce of small talk, he takes hold of a flambeux and escorts me down to the catacombs. I do not want to proceed with excessive detail of the travel, but after I had spoken of Luchresi, I had found myself chained to a peculiar granite build! After I had overlooked my astonishment, I had realized I have been securely locked to the surface. 

I assumed this was merely mockery, but I couldn't be entirely knowledgeable of it. "Amontillado!" I belted out. Montresor returned my words, but I was centered on another attraction. There, a pile of bones lay beside him. I then noticed him take hold of stone and Mortar. Oh how at this point I could've persisted! Montresor began to pile his materials upon the entrance, as this progressed, I proceeded to conure noise from the recess. Moans, cries, shouts. Anything to catch the attention of the holder, but he continued all through 11 agonizing teirs.

I assumed then on it was a joke, due to how unconceivable of an act Montresor was able to execute. "Ha! ha! ha! --he! he! he! --a very good joke, indeed --an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo --he! he! he! --over our wine --he! he! he!" I cried, pleading in my head that this was one enormous charade, but as dialogue passed, I realized that my will to persist is slowly fading. I now know the bitter truth. I shall not return.

I hope you continue with your being as merry as you are at this moment, for I would rather pass two thousand times more than to see you spend your days grieving in sorrow of my loss. You are the only one in the world whom is pushing me at this moment to believe that love is still prevalent in such dark times, so as I wither away, I must have your word that you will remain the strong amazon you have given me the impression of. Take a monumental amount of care for our offspring, for without the proper nourishment, they might grow up to possess a despicable, ill soul such as Montresor's, and lastly, front your vast mind over any other trait. I do not want you to resort to writing a letter synonymous to the present one. Bye, Darling. Te amo.