Three Square Meals Ch. 20

"Oh dear Mr Blake. It looks like you've made someone very angry." he said, grinning malignantly.

He rose smoothly from the throne and stalked purposefully through dimly lit corridors, the feeble red glow of the lights doing little to illuminate the brooding stone walls. He finally arrived at the storage vault he had dubbed 'the mausoleum' in a more whimsical moment and he approached a ominous black metal sarcophagus that loomed over him.

He wiped dust from the archaic control panel and entered the activation sequence, causing the sarcophagus to give a tortured groan as it cracked down the centre. The man caught the hint of movement from inside the darkened tomb as the occupant began to rouse from their slumber.

"Yes... you'll do nicely." He gloated in self satisfaction.