It was the moment she had been waiting for—years of pent-up anger and disdain finally bubbling to the surface. There she was, the girl who had stolen her boyfriend right out from under her nose, lying helplessly on the ground, face caked in dirt. A smug satisfaction washed over her as she approached, a grin forming on her lips.
“Look who’s down in the muck now,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. She had fantasized about this day countless times, imagining how it would feel to finally have the upper hand. And now, here it was.
Without hesitation, she lifted her foot and placed it firmly on the other girl’s face, pushing down just enough to emphasize her dominance. “How does it feel to be at the bottom?” she taunted, relishing every moment. The weight of her past heartache seemed to lift as she exerted her power, reminding herself that she was more than just a victim of betrayal.
The girl on the ground squirmed, but there was nowhere to escape. In this moment, it wasn’t just about revenge; it was about reclaiming her strength. With each breath, she felt lighter, finally able to express the deep-seated hatred that had haunted her for far too long.
