The next thing Mike will know, besides a brief memory of waking up inside the sarcophagus, is that the room is far colder than where he was. It smells different and very clearly of motor-oil and metal. Next, he'll find his eyes completely covered with a blindfold. It doesn't even let in a hint of light. His mouth is covered with a simple layering of duct tape. Enough to keep him from most sounds but not a complete gag. He could scream into it and be heard by someone in the room.
Of course, he's restrained and in a none too comfortable position. He's on his knees with his arms strapped back. His wrists connected to his ankles as well as each other. Something metal pushes against his back to keep his back arched. Leaving the front of him entirely exposed. They'll be a brush of something across his chest. It crinkles, giving away that it is a tarp.
There are distant voices. They sound like they're on the other side of a door. One of the voices will be very familiar. A sound of a garage door opening then sliding back closed announces someone's arrival. There's a single set of slow measured footsteps.
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Date: 2018-09-07 05:13 am (UTC)Of course, he's restrained and in a none too comfortable position. He's on his knees with his arms strapped back. His wrists connected to his ankles as well as each other. Something metal pushes against his back to keep his back arched. Leaving the front of him entirely exposed. They'll be a brush of something across his chest. It crinkles, giving away that it is a tarp.
There are distant voices. They sound like they're on the other side of a door. One of the voices will be very familiar. A sound of a garage door opening then sliding back closed announces someone's arrival. There's a single set of slow measured footsteps.