Gemotions

The website was a nauseating blend of buzzwords and empty promises, and at the center of it all, her sculpture. The digital rendering of her art had been used to promote a weight-loss product she found unethical. Esme’s hands trembled as she scrolled through the page.

She'd sculpted the piece to celebrate the strength of women, not to be twisted into a tool for selling unrealistic ideals. A coldness settled over her, a deep and bitter resentment. She wanted to obliterate everything she could see.

She felt a strange sort of lightness as she closed her laptop, her decision made. She would find a way to make sure that the people responsible paid for their actions.