Gemotions

The waiting was a torment. It felt as if time itself had warped. I sat rigidly, my back pressed against the wall, trying to control the tremors that shook my body. The metal box felt like a tomb.

"This is crazy," said my coworker, Mark, a nervous edge to his voice.

I couldn’t meet his gaze. I felt a growing sense of dread, as if a monstrous presence was closing in on me. I rubbed my hands together, trying to warm them, but the cold seemed to seep into my bones. The shadows in the corners seemed to twist and contort, playing tricks on my eyes.

The thought of being trapped here, forever, filled me with a primal terror. I began to scratch at my arms, drawing thin lines of blood.