I reach my gloved hand up and break through the surface; at last I am free from my six foot grave. My hand slams down onto the soil surrounding the top of my elbow, stabbing into the earth like a fork into a fresh piece of steak. Finally, after some pushing, I am able to relinquish my body from the grave.
Whoever this "mad man" is who put me here will get his soon enough. But for now, I must meet with my fiance. And there she is, waiting for me in the silver pickup truck.
I readjust my purple leather gloves to make sure they're snug on my hands. When I described the earth earlier as being a piece of steak, I realized just how hungry I really am. It's been days since I had a meal, so Lindsey better have a hot meal waiting on the table for me.
I begin to salivate over the thought of chomping into that bloody steak. Lindsey always knew how to cook the Dean of Darkness' meat.
I expected Lindsey to come running out of the truck and jumping into my arms, but it does not seem like that will be happening tonight.
For now, the Dean of Darkness must leave you in the night.
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