My nerves flamed as every muscle in my body arched against him. The past firmly relived, I twisted it, pushing the memory forward into an alternate ending, my ending. I imagined myself pressing my hands forcefully against the damp shirt on his chest until he backed against the edge of the stage, my body slowly grinding between his legs, and leaning over to bite his ear then lick the salty sweat off the pulse in his neck below. Take that Nicholas!
I dropped the pendant from my fingertips and the projection abruptly ceased. I served my revenge dirty.