General Zaroff-Personal Narrative

It was my first. The adrenaline was a rush. For a second there I didn’t know what to believe. For a second there it felt good. They were dead and I killed them. I rushed to the bed. I was tired and I wanted to sleep. “I had never had a better sleep,” I thought in my head. I was stranded on this island. I remembered I said “ General Zaroff had other prisoners.”

The island was known for earthquakes. I quickly rushed to the only house that was in sight. Breathing was getting harder and harder for me. Deep inside I knew that I needed to live. My eyes were amazed. The fact that General Zaroff had such a luxurious house and the prisoners had a filthy prison cell me repulsed me. I myself would not make people feel worthless but if I was going to survive I needed to accustom to this new life. Suddenly a thought came to my mind. I liked the thought. General Zaroff was a very intelligent man and even if I became a total hypocrite I was going to continue his work . I went down to the basement were General Zaroff had the prisoners. I walked and walked side from side thinking of which man to choose. I learned now that I am playing the game. One man interested me very much. The prisoners thought I was crazy but of course prisoners will be prisoners. “You, what is your name?” I said. He