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Dialogue Essay: My Most Dangerous Game

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He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided. The next day after Rainsford’s well deserved rest he went to the basement of the chateau. Rainsford had not ever killed Zaroff, he only drugged him and thrown him into a cell in the basement.
“Why, good morning Zaroff, fancy seeing you here,” Rainsford teased. “I hope you had a good night’s sleep.”
“Oh it was wonderful thank you.” Zaroff hissed, the sarcastic tone sliced through the air.
The cell had all dingy, gray, cemented walls with mold and scum filling in the cracks that ran all along the walls. The bed was a wooden board supported by chains, with a thin blanket and sheet overtop. Really, the worst a cell could get.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I have chosen not to kill you,” prompted Rainsford. “Why, you made the game sound like so much fun that I decided that I would give it a go myself. Only one catch, though.” Rainsford paused and chuckled, “my dear friend, you are my quarry!” he exclaimed, with energy that shot through Zaroff’s being.
“What? That can’t be! Even if it was so you’d never have a shot at me.” scoffed Zaroff. “I am the master hunter, not you. I’ve spent decades studying animal behavior and I know everything about it, and what do you know? Nothing. I thought you said you didn’t condone ‘murder’.”
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It had a note and key for the cell attached reading; “The game begins at 12 noon precisely. Find your spot and be prepared by then. good luck.” So Zaroff set out into the woods to the spot on the North West corner of the island only he knew about. He believed it was perfect. It was heavy, lush, green cover with a waterfall that would cover any noises he might make on accident. Behind the waterfall was a cave that had an opening on the other side, just small enough for him to fit through if needed. No one would ever find him there if he put a few traps at other parts of the island, or so he

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