Your Name Is In Red Underlined

I can't help but smile. I have been waiting for this moment for so long.. He may have forgotten, but my memory of our time together all those years ago is as clear as if it had all happened yesterday. Yet he, after everything that happened, does not remember me at all. He doesn't remember a thing...

Little does he realise that dorky girl he used to tease back at school is standing right behind him, a completely different woman. I'm not the shy, scared little girl he used to know. I'm not the girl he can push around, making life a living hell. I'm not a fool. Not anymore. Now I am strong and I am powerful. I have grown from an ugly duckling into a beautiful and graceful swan.

Now, the smile on my lips is inerasable. No one will, no one can steal my vengeance. "I've got a list of names," I say under my breath, even though I don't think he can hear me, or is even listening for that matter, "and yours is in red, underlined."

I hold the all powerful switch in my hand, looking at it a moment, only to realise I don't need it anymore. I have more power than that now. So I toss it aside and stride closer toward my victim, purpose in my step.

He quivers and shakes, looking round wildly as he feels my approach. His eyes widen, a deer in the headlights as he spies my arms moving above him, casting my spell upon him. I am focused, but as his arms are forced to move along with mine, the smile not long on my lips reappears. I push him down and swing my leg over him, tempted to stomp it right down. But, I figure, the feeling of my skirt brushing against his back will instil enough fear in him.

He rises quickly as I come round to face him at last, my smile growing wider as I maintain my gaze upon him. I lean toward the chair he had been seated on and slide down toward the ground, watching happily as he mirrors my every move. Together, we rise again and I look away before he grabs my wrist in his hand.

For a moment, my steely focused dissolves and it is my turn to be fearful. For a moment. Only a moment, as I regain control and pull him toward me, taking his other hand in mine. We step away from each other, his grip remaining before coming in close once more. I feel his hand come to rest on the small of my back and try to hide the pleasure this brings me. My plan is working. He is falling for me...

I lead us forward and we glide across the room. We spin around and glide back. I kick every so often, once wrapping it round his and leaning further into him. He pushes me off and we resume our gliding about. I stop, arching away from him suddenly. He scrambles to catch me. He's falling deeper still...

I let him pull me closer and fall back, letting him pull me close, trying to create the illusion our feelings are the same. Then I push him off and step back. I can't have him too enthralled. Every girl knows that you have to keep them wanting more... Right?

We spin around again and he leans in closer, then closer still. He's swooped in to nuzzle my neck so quickly I barely have time to think let alone react. But then, I realise, he doesn't get to win anymore. That was the entire point of all this. I slide my hand on to his shoulder and push him away with such force he is knocked to the ground. Looking down at him sprawled out, face down at my feet I shake my head and tut. "Look what you made me do." Finally, I look up. I am strong, powerful and unbeatable. No one can stop me now.
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An alternate perspective on 'Look What You Made Me Do' (found below) inspired by the tango of #TeamViva on Dancing with The Stars which you can watch here.

Look What You Made Me Do

She has me under her spell. I'm not sure quite how long I've been under her control. I just know it's been a while since I was free. She enchanted me with her beauty. The beauty of an angel. Her dress, white as the pearly gates of heaven, glows brightly against the blackness of her lair. Her dark hair is pulled back tightly, falling down a way past her shoulders like a luminous waterfall. The sparkly jewel adorning her neck sparkle as the lights hit. Her plump lips, a beautiful red-purple tinge draw back to reveal her teeth, a perfect ivory to match her dress.

I sit still on the chair I've been led to, staring out into nothingness. It's as if I've been asleep. I feel her approach me from behind and jolt awake again. I glance back, frightened and catch a glimpse of her dress. I try to rise from my seat, but to no avail. Alas, the witch has trapped me somehow. I look around hurriedly to see where she is, kicking my feat as I grip the chair for dear life. I look up to see her raise her arms above me, about to cast a spell. A spell of imitation I realise as I feel my arms involuntarily lift with her own, like there is an invisible string attaching them. My mouth falls open and my eyes widen as it dawns on me that I am completely under her control...

Her smile grows wider and more sinister with each movement of our arms. She actually seems to be enjoying this.. For her, it seems, all of this is a game... Then she pushes me forward, and I feel the silk of her skirt brush my back, following her leg.

She comes around to face me, that evil grin glued to her gorgeous lips. I realise suddenly that I am free and stand quickly, spinning around to look at my captor. Her hand on the chair, she smiles at me, a glint in her eye as she holds my gaze. Again, I am mirroring her as she leans forward, effortlessly sliding toward the ground. I, meanwhile, grip the chair as I am pulled toward it and down me invisible magnetic force. She leans closer toward me as we rise.

I turn away quickly when I reach my full height. But her spell is stronger now and I can't bear to look away for long.  I turn to face her again, grabbing her wrist like it will give me some degree of control. She steps forward, quickly, dragging me along with her. I guess I don't have that much control after all. But, I don't think I really care.

I get lost in her dark eyes as she pulls me close and takes my other hand in hers. Then, she releases me with such force I spin away again. But the pull is too strong and I come in close again. I let go of her wrist, moving it to cradle her back so as not to lose her again.

She stares at me a moment before looking forward. I find my gaze shifting too as she leads us forward. We move so quickly it feels as if we are flying or gliding about the floor. Then we are spinning, too fast for me to see anything but her in front of me.

She lifts a leg and wraps it around me, leaning into me before untangling it and standing straight once more. She lets go and I spin before I fall into her again and we are gliding. She arches away from me and I reach to catch her, afraid she will fall.

Her face is fierce now as I pull away to look. She's not smiling anymore. She's focused. But I can't face it anymore and I put a hand on her cheek, moving in like a vampire to kiss her neck. I feel her hand on my shoulder and she pushes me away. The air is rushing around me as I fall quickly to the ground, face down. Right before I black out, I swear I hear her whisper, "look what you made me do".
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Inspired by the incredible tango performed by #TeamViva on Dancing with the Stars. If you haven't seen it yet, you can check it out by following this link-->
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7WDV60QRng