Gemotions

"That's it," growled Samuel, his voice low and guttural. He was standing in his workshop, surrounded by woodworking tools. His "Oakleaf Coffee Table" - now "The Timber Throne" - was being sold at a ridiculous markup, and he could barely contain his frustration.

He slammed his fist on the workbench, the wood vibrating under the impact. His chest felt constricted. His face was flushed with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

He picked up his hammer, his grip tightening around the handle. He needed to do something, anything, to release the surge of emotion coursing through him. He started pounding nails into a piece of wood with excessive force, his movements sharp and deliberate.