With all your might you kick him in the face. His teeth break and blood gushes from his mouth. His agonized groan reminds you to kick immediately to make it stop quickly. The audible crack reaches your mind in that brief moment, telling you that his jawbone is broken. As if in a frenzy, you kick the defenseless body, whose hunched twitching has by now turned into a lifeless and unresisting succumbing.
Something inside you wants it to stop, wants them to stop, to stop torturing you, to stop the humiliation and pain they are inflicting on you. With each kick, you give back to them what they have planted in you, showing the flowering of the seed that has now sprouted in full glory within you.
With distorted laughter you stand above him, above them, they are now helplessly at the mercy of your power. Just as you once were and the memory inspires you strongly to give back what was placed in your once innocent hands.
Not a day has passed when you have not sought retribution when the smoldering embers of vengeance within you have been extinguished. You have willingly accepted hatred in you, let it flourish and grow, and given it space in you, furnished its room precisely and with love for detail. It taught you to protect yourself from humiliation, endure torture, not give up, and support your will to live, instead of breaking it.
And now you stand before the lifeless body whose life you have expired. The satisfaction lasts only for a short time. But the paralyzing pain has found its temporary outlet.