You regain consciousness and you realize that you are upright, but you seem to be in the fetal position. You also feel a tugging from your shoulders. You recall seeing a show with Chris Angel where he was hanging from meat hooks. You open your eyes and relieved to see that the metal hooks don't go through your skin but through straps attached to your shoulders. Then you look again, and gasp.
The straps are growing out of your body, but your body is now cylindrical except for your neck and head sticking out of the top. You look over head you are suspended from the ceiling by a chain with a rotating hook. You look around the room. It appears to be a gym of some sort. Brand new shiny mats cover the floor. There are weights on one wall. On the opposite side are some weight and cardio machines. The walls are mirrored. You crane your neck and it looks like your body is now a punching bag. You wiggle and wriggle and rotate yourself so that you're facing the mirror. You gape in horror. You are a punching bag from the neck down. How is this possible? Maybe you're stuffed inside a bag, but you already know that's not true.
The door swings open. The guys who manhandled you are dressed in white t-shirts and black sweat pants. They're followed by a guy in a hooded satin boxing robe. You can't see his face. He is wearing boxing gloves and shadow boxing as he enters.
You just gawk as the boxer approaches. The guys who abducted you just stand around smiling. The guy with the taser steps up and rotates you away from the mirror to face the boxer.
He pulls back his hood, and your jaw drops a bit further.
"Surprised? Last time I saw you, you had just decked me," the boxer says rubbing his chin with his boxing glove as he recalled the incident, "And you said then that you'd never be my punching bag again. Well, it looks like you were wrong, doesn't it?" He laughs.
Then he pulls back his fist and punches you with all his strenght. You gasp for air as Newton's Laws of motion come into play, and you begin to gyrate from the hook in the ceiling. You swing back toward the guy who bullied you in school years ago, until you had your growth spurt. You haven't seen him in at least six years.
"Oh, coming back for more?" the boxer says with glee and hits you with his other fist. You gyrate the other direction. You close your eyes, and brace yourself. As you swing back, so does he. You are his punching bag alright.