When Keith stepped into the locker room after the game, he realized immediately that he had made a mistake. In hindsight, the hallway he had walked down to get there had been filled with warning signs: a trophy case, walls painted orange and black, and a huge banner that read “Entering Tiger Territory” above the door.
The Tigers, who had just lost their chance at moving on to State were not amused, particularly when they recognized Keith’s number as the one who had scored the winning touchdown. The entire locker room went quiet and all eyes were focused on him as he stood in the doorway.
"Ah, whoops…wrong door…" Keith stuttered, weakly. He backed up nervously to leave, but then clumsily dropped his helmet. It clattered, and rolled a few feet away, the sound of it seemed surreal, emphasizing the tension in the room.
Keith stepped forward to retrieve his helmet. As he reached, it was suddenly grasped and swooped away, held in the air by a stocky, shirtless guy who had been sitting nearby. He said “You need this?”, and then there was a roar of noise and suddenly he was surrounded by them. They were shouting, taunting, then he was pushed, shoved back and forth between them until someone tripped him and he fell to the floor.
"Quick! get some rope….and tape his mouth shut…before coach gets back!" he heard one of them say. Keith struggled to get up, but they were everywhere, sitting on him, holding him down. He heard tape being torn from a roll, and one of them was stuffing something…a jock strap…into his mouth, which they then taped closed. He was flipped over, and his ankles and wrists were tied together. Keith had managed to push the jock partially out of his mouth and cried out.
They wrestled him back around, and applied more tape, covering up his eyes, and securing his jaw shut. He felt more rope being applied, he was trussed up like a turkey.
They all stepped away and he struggled about on the locker room floor as they laughed and jeered at him.
"Coach is coming…put him in here!" Someone shouted. He felt several guys lift him roughly, and he was dumped in a laundry cart. He felt piles of sweaty uniforms and towels stacked on top of him.
He head one of them say, “We’ll be taking care of you later…” And then felt the laundry cart roll somewhere and he heard a door click shut.