Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the vibrations from his home cinema system working like a massage on his spine. The action sequence on the screen was thunderous. The knock came on the door just as a particularly loud explosion hit.

It was Mr. Miller, his face a mask of annoyance. "The noise! It's ridiculous!" he shouted. He raised a brow, then leaned into the door frame.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked over the sound. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he closed the door, letting the film's soundtrack consume the silence. The house shook, the bass vibrating through him, a feeling of deep satisfaction washing over him.