Nathan had just gotten the name of the athlete who had knocked his daughter up: Ryker. Such a stupid name, but his actions had very real consequences. Valerie, his daughter and head cheerleader, had just lost her child due to eclampsia. Thankfully, she made it through just fine, but Ryker was not going to have the same luck that she did. He waited for his revenge just to make it a bit sweeter.
Opportunity struck at the last game of the season. It was always the “big one”, but this one held some special merit, as if they won this game, then the football team would make it to the playoffs for the first time in a decade. Ryker was the team’s linchpin, and without him, the team would lose big time. Nathan waited for his chance to strike. Ryker had ordered UberEats, as part of a carbo load before the big game. Nathan intercepted the delivery and paid the driver big bucks to walk the load to the front door. He readily accepted the cash, and Nathan received the food.
Once he had turned the corner, he threw the food on the ground and made his way to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for Ryker to answer.
“Do you guys take Visa, or-” Ryker stopped when he saw Nathan standing on his doorstep. Val had just texted him that evening, as she couldn’t have her phone in the hospital. Nathan wasted no time and chloroformed the star jock. Despite the size difference, he overpowered him, and lugged him to his vehicle.
The next morning, Ryker woke up. He was stripped nude and was bound to a bed frame in a basement, which he quickly realized was Val’s guest bedroom. He went to scream, but it was muffled. He looked down and saw red on his mouth. He began thrashing, which woke up Nathan.
“Relax, you bitch. It’s just red duct tape. I heard Val texted you, so I won’t explain what happened. I will explain, however, what I will do to you. You knocked up my virginal daughter and then didn’t care enough to visit her in the hospital.” Ryker tried to get out that he just thought Val had mono or something, but of course, Nathan didn’t understand. “So I’m going to torture you all day. And for the icing on the cake, I’ll let you go with enough time to make it to the game. But will you actually want to play after I’m done with you?”