It was still nighttime when Jessica woke. The first thing she noticed was the feel of wet grass across her neck and chin. She tried standing up but quickly realized her wrists and ankles were hog-tied behind her back.
"What the fuck..."
"Oh, hey there!" called a voice from afar. Jessica tried to see who spoke, but the tightly tied rope prevented her turning around. She could hear the sounds of a ball being kicked, as well as several female voices talking amongst themselves. The woman who called out knelt beside Jessica and rolled her onto her back. She immediately recognized the female as the stranger who asked about Loading Dock C.
"Sorry," she apologized. "You couldn't see anything lying there like that."
Jessica surveyed the environment. She quickly identified her surroundings to be a soccer field. Her body was positioned on a sideline in front of a bench. There were ten females practicing on the field, each wearing identical uniforms.
"What is this???" Jessica yelled.
"Practice," the woman replied.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
"Yell all you want," the woman smirked. "Nobody will hear you."
Jessica took a moment to gather her thoughts.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Just a fair shake. We hear you on the air, week after week, talking shit about soccer not being a sport. That hurts. I mean, we're fans of your show and everything, but that really hurts. You have any idea how many years we've dedicated to this sport? The blood? The sweat? The tears? I mean, to hear you talk about our passion with such vitriol...it doesn't sit well with any of us."
"Okay," Jessica pleaded. "I'm sorry. Sincerely and truly."
"Well now you are," the woman countered. "But that's just because we have you all tied up."
"No, I actually am sorry. I didn't realize it meant so much to you. Anything you care about that much has to be more nuanced than I originally thought."
"Well that's nice of you to say," she smiled.
Jessica began to negotiate.
"Tomorrow's show will be all about the intricacies of soccer and how deeply I underestimated the skill, athleticism, and discipline it requires."
"Well, that's awesome!"
The woman yelled across the field to her teammates. "Hey guys, did you hear that? Jessica's entire show tomorrow is going to focus on specifically soccer and how she underestimated what it takes to play the game!"
The women on the field clapped while congratulating one another.
"So we're good?" Jessica asked. "You'll let me go?"
"Well of course we're going to let you go. Did you think we were going to keep you here forever? We aren't monsters."
Jessica's eyes widened with optimism.
"No disrespect intended. So can you untie me? I need to get back to the office so I can start preparing for tomorrow's show."
"Totally. We'll let you go soon. We just have to make sure you fully understand our sport. If you leave here without the proper insights, nobody is going to believe your change of heart."
"Sure!" she complied. "Whatever it takes."
"Great!"
The woman looked over to her teammates. "Guys, take a lap! I'll get Jessica ready."
The women broke into a jog as Jessica tried to piece together what was happening.
"Get me ready for what?"
"To learn about the nuances of our game!"
The woman wrangled Jessica's body so she lay perfectly parallel to the bench.
Her hands and feet remained bound between the moist grass and her back. The woman took a seat on the bench, placing her cleated feet right beside Jessica's head. She then bent forward, untied her laces, and removed her shoes.
"Whewwww," she scrunched her nose while waving a hand in front of her face. "That is one hell of a nuance, if I say so myself."
"Okay..." Jessica replied, afraid and confused.
"Okay, indeed. Now let the learning begin!"
The women removed her sweaty socks and draped them across Jessica's mouth and nose.
"Phhhhphhphewww!!!" Jessica jerked back and forth, displacing the foul smelling socks from her face. "What the hell is wrong with you???" she yelled.