Shiver

An incessant shivering he felt, sweat poured from his brow and his shirt was stained with huge patches of sweat under his arms. 
Eyes open wide communicating nothing - it did not show fear, nor did it show anger, just blank.
In his mind all that was running was how much he wanted justice. 
Justice in the form of degrading the man who just made him feel what he was feeling at the moment.
He wanted to hit him where it hurt - deprive him of his source of pride. Cause him pain beyond repair and enjoy sweet revenge!
He wanted badly to believe he was capable of doing what he wanted to and was holding himself back, but it was not true. 
What held him back was fear - fear of the consequsnces of his imaginary actions.
And so he stood there shivering and sweating consoling himself that his time would come - and also knowing well it would never!!!