Gemotions

The weight of the situation felt like a physical force, pressing down on him. David stared at Sarah, his colleague, whose face was a mask of anxiety. He, too, felt the familiar clawing sensation in his chest. His hands were shaking.

He tried to appear calm, but it was a struggle. His gaze darted around the confined space, searching for any sign of escape. The darkness was unsettling. He felt a growing sense of helplessness. The thought of being stuck in the metal box with no way out was a torment.

He pressed the call button. Nothing. He pressed it again. Still nothing. His breath caught in his throat. He had to get out. He had to.