Othello Creative Piece

The dark clouds swirled around the sky, angry faces seemed to emerge, taunting, laughing as his misfortune. The many emotions of the crowd that gathered, some horrified, but most seemed to be content, as this course of action was suited for a monster. Iago's eyes glazed over, memories, those that he rather to forget, seems to be creeping back to him, against his wishes, but after all, wishes are only for the good and kind, not for a monster like him.

Two weeks ago

Iago was dragged around, like nothing more than a sack of potatoes, the chains were digging into his skin and blistering rashes formed around it, nothing is like the agony of not being able to scratch it. With a grunt, the warden kicked him in the abdomen, the air knocked out of his lungs, as he sat coughing and spluttering, the warden laughed mercilessly,

"Now thou know where thee belongs".

Iago remained motionless, he would not give the warden anymore pleasure of taunting him. This course of action however invoked another kick to the guts and he slumped to the ground, before the cell clashed close. Disregarding the pain, he immediately stood back up, grabbing the bars of the cell he roared, "Thee can't doth this to me, I hest to beest alloweth out!"

As echo of his voice started to fade, so did the footsteps, Iago knew it was pointless now, he was in most secure prison in Venice, along with the most dangerous of criminals, and was home of mostly death row inmates, and Iago was to be sentenced to death in 2 weeks.

Iago laid on the cold concrete floor, the rancid smell of dead rats fills his nostrils, the putrid smell is almost strong enough to knock him out but Iago is determined not to stray into despair. After all, if he were to die he would at least be executed with his dignity, and not like some spineless commoner. Although his