Last time I wrote to you, I needed sleep. The pain of Prospero had gotten to my head. The madness of it all is unbearable.
As I went sleep under a small cloak, I heard a voices that I swore was a spirit coming to torture me. The spirit came beneath the blanket as I screamed in fear. Then another spirit came; this one in a drunk stupor. I cried out!
The Spirit Torments me!
The spirits called me monster. They called me the devil. They mocked me and forced liquor down my throat.
The Spirit Torments me!
I promise to work harder; to work faster; to do whatever Prospero asks. Despite his savagery, I shall be his key to wealth, to land, to resources. May this island be his if he frees me from these evil spirits!
Works Cited
"I Am Not A Monster.” Image. albertmohler.com. 8/2/13. Web. 12/4/14.
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