Jackson, part 2 - story by Sarav59 (Patreon)

‘What the hell is this?’ Jackson screamed. ‘Where am I? Release me immediately!’
 

He rattled his chains attempting to dislodge them. His mind was in a  panic; he was going over last nights events again and again, trying to  piece together any small detail that lead him here. What happened, and  where was he?
 

He recalled being at Shannon's Bar meeting some friends after practice.  They had been drinking heavily until very late. He’d gotten into an Uber  to take him home.
Wait - did he call that Uber? He couldn’t remember doing it. But then why was it there...?
He heard a door open, and his fear swelled up again as his eyes strained  to see who had entered the room. A very fat man walked towards him,  stopping a few feet away. He was holding Jackson’s jersey.
 

‘Who the hell are you?’ Jackson demanded. ‘Let me go!’
 

The man snickered.  
‘Heh, now is that any way to talk to an old colleague? I bet you don’t  even recognize me, do ya? I’ll admit I've put on a few pounds since  college, no thanks to you! Tell me, what's it like to qualify for the  Olympics?’
 

A look of dread came across Jackson’s face as he got a better look at  his captor. It was Finley, an old rival from track who had unexpectedly  gotten injured, abandoning the college team...
 

‘Finley! Wha...what are you doing?’
 

‘Taking revenge for what you did to me all those years ago! All this time, I've never forgotten what happened! How you used me!’
 

Finley snapped his fingers and a man scurried through the door and went  behind Jackson, who felt a measuring tape get pulled tightly around his  waist, and saw a computer screen turn on next to him. A green number  flashed onto the screen; it looked like his weight.
 

‘Hmmmm, only 189 pounds,’ Finley said.  ‘Someone has certainly kept off  the weight. But you're nowhere near Olympic-ready yet.  I've taken the  liberty of taking over your training regiment myself! Starting with a  new diet, guaranteed to increase your performance tenfold!’