Gemotions

He ran his hand along the cold, rough stone of the hidden room's walls. He'd discovered it behind the fireplace. Inside, a collection of intricately carved wooden dolls lined the shelves. They were eerily lifelike, each one with a familiar face, the faces of those who had wronged him.

A tight knot formed in his stomach. He picked up one of the dolls, a miniature version of his former business partner, the man who had stolen everything from him. He gripped it tightly.

He pictured his ex-business partner, his smug smile, his condescending tone. The doll's face made him imagine something better. He would make him feel everything he had felt, every betrayal, every loss.