Gemotions

The package. He knew it was there before he even saw it. A familiar weight in the back of his mind. Thomas dreaded this part. The first few times it had been a nuisance, a simple inconvenience. Now, it was… something else. He swallowed, his throat dry.

He ignored it for an hour, feigning interest in his work, but the package was like an insistent presence. He eventually carried it to the kitchen, carefully setting it on the counter.

Inside, carefully arranged, were several small vials filled with a shimmering, viscous fluid. He didn’t know what they were. The implications of the item had him sweating.