Gemotions

His palms were slick with sweat, but it wasn't fear that coursed through David. It was something darker, something akin to a red, simmering rage. He focused on Emily, her wide, innocent eyes staring back at him. She was always so… cheerful, so… everything he wasn't.

"Do you think they'll get us out soon?" Emily asked, her voice tinged with a nervous tremor. Her concern was pathetic.

He remained silent, deliberately. He ran his hand through his already messy hair. He despised the way she acted like she cared. Everything about her just… grated on his nerves.

David took a step back, creating a wider distance between them. The metal walls felt cold against his back. He wanted to scream. Instead, he forced a tight, brittle smile, hoping it would give her the wrong idea.