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The moment the door closed, Marcus spoke rapidly. "This room isn't soundproof. I can hear machinery, voices. We're in an active facility." "So?" "So there are people around. If we can get someone's attention—" "They're probably all working for him." "Maybe. Or maybe some are just workers who don't know what's happening here." "How do we get their attention?" "Fire alarm. There has to be one." Marcus looked around the room. "Help me search." Bound to chairs, searching was difficult. But in the corner, partially hidden by shadow, was a small red lever.

"Now shut up and kiss me." The next thing we heard through the crack in the door was the disgusting, wet sound of them heavily making out right against the hallway wall. A second later, their room door clicked open, their footsteps moved inside, and the heavy door of room 304 slammed completely shut. The hallway went totally dead silent. I immediately pressed the stop button on my phone, saving the audio file. I let out a massive, ragged breath that I had been holding for what felt like hours.

The sound of rushing water filled the small space, creating a chaotic white noise. "The acoustics here are a mess," Kai whispered, pulling me into the center of the room. "The water and the glass reflections... it’s the only place the directional mics won't pick up a clear signal." I looked at him, my heart hammering. "You think he’s bugged the house?"

The soundproofing charm. I placed the small crystal at the center of the ceiling beam and activated it carefully. The room went quiet almost immediately. Not silent. Just… softer. The hallway noise faded to a faint murmur. Perfect. Now my room truly belonged to me. I wiped my finger clean and looked around slowly. The changes were subtle. But they mattered. The new sheets went onto the bed next. Soft. Clean. Not the rough academy-issued linens I had used for the past two years.

No one said that part out loud. The second room sat farther back, cut off from the noise on purpose. Smaller. Warmer. Quiet. A narrow bed folded out from the wall, unused and perfectly made. Fresh linens were sealed in plastic in an overhead compartment. A compact wash station sat to one side with towels and basics. Medical kits were secured beneath the counter. Not trauma gear. Not a full emergency setup. Stabilization tools. Bandages. Fluids. Monitors. The kind of equipment meant to keep someone steady until a hospital became unavoidable.

Jimmy himself didn't want to disturb the activities that Malvin was currently doing. Cindy walked slowly to her desk. Before hers ears heard the moans and screams of a woman echoed out of the room Malvin's door. Cindy, who realized that the door to Malvin's study was not completely closed, immediately thought the door was tightly closed. Until all sound can be muffled properly. Because according to the door very slowly. Cindy is sure that the two people who are currently in the soundproof room don't know that Cindy is coming. And hear the sound of them making love.

I covered his mouth before he could alert Dad to what was happening in here. “I doubt you want a third party with us, do you?” He shook his head. “Then try to be as quiet as you can. Dad's in the room three doors from here, and you know how freaking thin the wall is. It's not like our old house.” Though that one had thin walls, it wasn't as bad as this one. With our doors closed, you might not hear all our sounds. Not this one, though. The person two doors from you can practically hear you snore.When he nodded to let me know he understood what I asked and would keep his moans down, I removed my hand from his mouth and kissed his cheeks. He turned his head just as I was about to place another

The metal door was the only exit, and I knew it was locked. “Took you long enough.” The voice echoed through the room, making me jump. I scanned my surroundings, confirming I was alone, but the voice seemed to come from all around me. My eyes darted upward, searching for the hidden camera. Ah, there it was – a small black device attached to one of the bulbs, cleverly concealed. I dragged myself up into a sitting position, the chain clanking against the bed frame. My stiff legs protested, and my back ached from lying in the same position for too long. The damp air filled my lungs, and the cold bed frame seemed to seep into my bones.

She pulled the pillow over her head and pressed it down. It was a minute past eleven o’clock in the evening. While she had nothing against couples having sex, she hated the fact that they were that loud about it knowing the walls of the hotel room were that thin. The oohs and ahhs were adding to her already pounding hard head and the pillow over her head did nothing much to block the noise out. She closed her eyes in a silent appeal for them not to break into the wall of the room she was in. The bed in the room next door intensified its velocity of beating hard against the wall, and the squeaky sound of the mattress reached a new frantic rhythm.

It’s ten at night and with all the prospects nicely settled into their dorm rooms, the pack house is silent accentuating the sound. I turn left coming out of the hall into the common room, at least the hardwood floors soften the sound of my footsteps better than the tile. I jog up the stairs and slow my pace as I reach the top. I walk down the long hall passing first the medical room on my right. I pause briefly at the first door on my left, I can hear the distressing cries of a young woman in a panic. Even though I modified the first two rooms on the left to be mostly sound proof four years ago, you can still hear loud or distressing conversations through the door. I take a step closer sinc