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The Anger Within
An unreleased short story from the book:
The Price of Emotions: How Artificial Feelings Can Destroy Us
Elliot had been wronged. Over and over again. He didn’t know if it was fate or his own inability to fight back, but life had always treated him like a punching bag. The taunts at school, the slights from his coworkers, the friends who turned their backs on him—the bruises had long since turned into scars, not visible but deep, etched into the core of his being.
But it wasn’t until his wife, Sarah, left him that the anger finally boiled over. She said she couldn’t live with someone so “angry,” someone who couldn’t let things go. She packed up her things one night while he was working late, leaving only a note. “I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”
That was the moment Elliot decided something needed to change. He couldn’t live like this anymore—he was a man drowning in bitterness, and he didn’t know how to swim. He needed strength. He needed to fight back. So he found the app.
It promised to give him the one thing he had never been able to control: his rage. The description was simple—“Buy Rage. Feel the power of your anger amplified. Take back what’s yours. Destroy what’s been done to you.”
One click, one drop, and Elliot was promised more anger than he had ever known in his life. It was exactly what he needed. He had no idea what the consequences would be. But in that moment, the promise of control—of power—was too much to resist.
The vial arrived within hours. It was small, sleek, black, and ominous, like it held the weight of a thousand souls inside. It had no instructions—just a label that read, “One drop. Let it consume you.”
Elliot hesitated. For a moment, his hands shook as he looked at the vial. But then, the memories of Sarah, of the world that had wronged him, flooded his mind. He had been weak for too long. Now, he was going to be strong. He was going to make them all pay.
He twisted the cap, feeling the liquid slip from the bottle into his throat. At first, nothing. The warmth spread through him, and he waited. But then, a fire ignited in his chest—a sharp, intense heat that surged through every vein, every muscle, every fiber of his being. It was like a light had been switched on inside him. The world felt clearer, sharper. His senses exploded. He could hear everything at once—the hum of the refrigerator, the rustling of the leaves outside, the faintest sound of a car’s engine down the street. Everything. His hands clenched into fists. His teeth ground together.
He could feel it. The power. The rage.
And it felt good.
At first, the anger was focused—sharp, directed, like a laser cutting through the fog. He would get his revenge, piece by piece. First, he called his old friends, the ones who had laughed at him in school. He told them everything he had bottled up, every insult, every humiliation they had inflicted on him. And as he spoke, he could hear the fear in their voices—their apologies, their desperate attempts to calm him down. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough to let them off the hook. They had wronged him, and now they would pay.
He didn’t stop there. His mind, once clouded by years of self-doubt, was now filled with crystal-clear intent. His thoughts spun in violent cycles. He didn’t just want revenge on Sarah for leaving him. No, he wanted more. He wanted to make everyone feel the way he felt. And soon, he was lashing out in every direction.
His body felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t contain it. The rage pushed him to extremes he never thought he would reach. He destroyed things—his furniture, his car, his own home. Nothing could release the burning feeling inside him. Sarah’s absence gnawed at him like a physical wound, and he couldn’t stand the emptiness. He needed her to feel what he was feeling. He needed her to come back, so he could make her understand. So he could make her regret leaving him.
But as the days passed, the anger didn’t subside. It didn’t fade. It grew, expanding, suffocating him. It was no longer something he controlled—it controlled him. He found himself screaming at anyone who crossed his path—cashiers, waiters, strangers on the street. They were nothing more than targets, their fear fueling his fury. His hands shook with the need to break something, someone. He was becoming a monster.
And Sarah? She never came back. She had moved on, leaving him to simmer in the abyss of his own hatred. He called her, but she didn’t answer. He showed up at her apartment, pounding on the door until his fists were bruised and bloody. He yelled her name, but the door remained closed. The anger inside him kept growing, kept burning.
One night, in a rage-fueled frenzy, he drove to her new apartment. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t know what he planned to do. But when he saw her with another man, laughing, happy—happy—the world snapped. His vision blurred. His chest tightened. The rage consumed him entirely.
He ran toward them, fists clenched. His entire body trembled with the need to destroy, to hurt. He wasn’t in control anymore. He was a beast, fueled by the fire of his own destruction. But as he reached them, as he lunged for the man she was with, something inside him snapped for good. His anger had become his only purpose, his only thought. There was no turning back.
But then—nothing.
The world went dark.
When Elliot woke, he was on the floor of the police station. His hands were shackled, blood staining his shirt. His heart pounded as the reality set in. The anger hadn’t just destroyed his relationships. It hadn’t just ruined his career. It had ruined him. He was no longer Elliot. He was just a shell, a vessel consumed by fury.
As they led him away, he realized there was nothing left. The anger had taken everything—his mind, his body, his life—and now, there was nothing but an endless abyss of rage and regret.
And there was no escape.
The fire had burned him alive, and all that was left was ash.
If you enjoyed this short story you will probably like our latest release available now:
The Price of Emotions: How Artificial Feelings Can Destroy Us
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In a world where emotions are bought and sold, the price of feeling has never been higher.
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