Gemotions

Her hands were shaking so violently she could barely hold her phone. The website, plastered with her photographs, her name scrubbed from the credits, was a betrayal. It felt like a physical blow, a punch to the gut. The unauthorized use of her work felt like a violation. "This is outrageous," she choked out, the words catching in her throat.

A wave of heat surged through her. Each stolen image was a piece of her, a memory captured, a feeling translated. The person who stole them had no idea of the hours, the sweat, the dedication that it took. She wanted to scream, to smash the screen in front of her. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her fingers tightening around the phone. She would fix this.