Gemotions

The courtroom felt suffocating. Mark sat stiffly in his chair, his gaze fixed on the prosecution. The accusations, read aloud, echoed in the cavernous space, each word a blow. He felt a cold dread creep through his veins, numbing his limbs. He gripped his hands, trying to steady himself.

He watched the witness, his own words being used against him. He felt a rising tide of panic, a desperate need to escape the confines of the room. The air was thick with tension, and the weight of the potential consequences pressed down on him.

He looked around the room, at the stern faces, the judging eyes. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the turmoil within. He leaned forward, desperate to hear what the lawyer said next, but the words felt distant, muffled.