This guy disrespected me. He thought I was a pushover so I showed him what I am. I punched him right on the jaw. He seemed stunned for a moment. I started landing more blows before he could recover. I kept hitting him until he fell on the ground. I would have let it go there, but I was not through with him and still furious. So I kicked him. The kick landed on the stomach and he was gasping for air. I do not think I am an evil person but seeing that man on the floor made me very happy. I was actually exuberant. I just kept kicking him. A crowd gathered around us, but I don’t think anyone dared to stop me. I guess they could see that I was very dangerous. That helped my confidence and I started cursing him for disrespecting me. I was so animated, kicking and talking trash about that person. The man started begging for mercy. He was covering his head with his hands. He let out a sharp wail every time my boot hit his body and when I was readjusting my legs, he would apologize.
This kept on for some time. I was very thrilled but not yet satisfied. I was about to kick him again when suddenly a loud horn startled me. Then I snapped out of my imagination and found myself standing on the road staring at the empty space where that person was standing.
Oh god! What the passersby might have thought of me, standing on the middle of the road? I was pretty embarrassed and walked away as fast as I could, thinking how crazy I am. Classic day dream!
