Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words on the screen blurring. The subject line read, "Your Biography is Ready for Review." His pulse quickened. He hadn't agreed to this. He had no clue who the sender was or where they got their information. The message demanded his approval before publication.

His hands shook as he clicked on the attached file, his gaze scanning each paragraph. The story told was one of a stranger, a caricature of his life. He felt a chilling sensation, as if the walls were closing in, a sense of being trapped. He wanted to scream.

He quickly closed the file, his chest aching. He typed a furious reply. His fingers fumbled over the keyboard. His words felt inadequate, but he couldn't stop.