Gemotions

The news report flashed across the screen. There, for the world to see, was her digital animation, her signature removed, her name replaced. She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the silence of her studio. Her blood felt like ice.

A coldness settled in her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably. This felt like a deep cut to her core. Every image, every frame, every moment had been stolen from her. She wanted revenge. She would make them regret this.