Gemotions

He crumpled the notice, throwing it across the room. "Damn it," Mark spat, the word laced with venom. His jaw clenched, muscles in his neck standing out. The walls seemed to vibrate with his suppressed rage.

He kicked a chair, sending it skittering across the floor. He wanted to break something, to release the torrent of frustration that had been building for weeks. The air crackled with a volatile energy.

He slammed his fist against the wall, a sudden, explosive act that left his hand throbbing. He took a shaky breath, the pain a temporary distraction from the crushing weight.