Jog her memory

Rayna, the bully, squirmed against the ropes keeping her bound to the bed. "That's Really what you're so bent out of shape about? A rumor and a couple wedgies?"

Pussy Puke, who preferred to go by Emily, was getting worked up at this point. "It wasn't just that! I can't believe you don't remember! You would make me eat dog food! You put live worms in my panties before my English presentation! You wrote the word "URINIAL" on my forehead and handcuffed me to a pipe in the boys' bathroom!"

Rayna shrugged innocently. "Sorry doesn't ring a bell"

Emily continued: "What about when Roman Beaumont, the cute, sensitive guy from poetry group asked me out, you remember that? We went to the amusement park and the Ferris wheel got stuck with the two of us at the top. It should've been romantic, but you had slipped me all those laxatives beforehand and I ended up shitting myself in front of him! The ride didn't move for another half an hour! And when we finally got off the ride operator guy started screaming at me for the mess I made and Roman just took off and I ended up having to walk home!"

Rayna just smirked up at her former victim "And then I convinced the yearbook committee to publish that photo from that night of you in your soiled Khaki shorts, tears running down your face and shit running down your legs! Talk about poetry!" Rayna was full on Laughing at this point. "No, I remember all of these stories, Pussy Puke. I just like the way you tell them. By the way, did you know the only way I could convince Roman to take your loser ass out on a date was by promising to suck his dick?"

Emily couldn't believe it. Here she had her old bully bound to a bed, stripped down to her undies and Rayna was still acting like she had the upper hand! Smugly gloating and literally laughing in her face!

"Y'know, Rayna, I'm really going to enjoy this next part."