Alat Kedap Suara Untuk Kamar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You too? Should we keep an eye on— His speech halted as Adonis's eyes flung open, and he placed a finger at his lips, his eyes trained on the study's huge doors. Luca's eyes followed his movement, and he waited quietly, but nothing happened. He scrunched up his face at the space but saw nothing. He didn't hear a knock, so that meant no one was at the door. Even if there was, the room was heavily soundproof, and they wouldn't be able to hear a thing. Except the person was in the room. His eyes widened, and he whipped his head towards Adonis to meet his warning gaze. "Do not talk." Adonis mouthed and then tilted his head in the direction of the door once again. Luca squinted his eyes at the d

"They change the environment." Before anyone could react, the deafening blare of the klaxons abruptly cut off. A heavy, mechanical THUD echoed through the concrete walls, followed by the sound of heavy blast shutters slamming down over the door leading to Floor 62. The same sound echoed from above and below them. The Admin was sealing the stairwell doors with secondary, physical lockdown bulkheads. Then, the true trap engaged. A deep, powerful suction sound emanated from the massive steel vents above them.

The room was massive, plush black leather couches along three walls, a huge circular platform bed in the center covered in silk sheets, soft red lighting, and mirrors everywhere. But what hit me hardest were the cameras. High-end, professional ones on tripods, ceiling mounts, and wall brackets, easily twenty of them, all pointing at the bed and couches, little red lights already blinking. Microphones hung discreetly from the ceiling. This wasn’t an office. This was a p**n studio.

I’ve had it entirely redesigned for my most distinguished guests. He leaned in, his voice a confidential, booze-soaked murmur. ‘I’ve got everything. A room with mirrors on the ceiling, another with a custom-built St Andrew’s cross. There’s a whole cabinet of toys, from the usual ones to the… well, let’s just say you’d need a safeword. All soundproofed, of course.’ My stomach, which had already been performing acrobatics, now felt like it was trying to escape my body entirely.

Dominic preferred the soundproofed sanctum of his study for his most volatile moods and private calls. Silas nodded curtly, his eyes scanning the relevant camera angles displayed on a discreet panel near the kitchen entrance that only he could see clearly. “No movement detected near this sector since entry,” he murmured, more to himself than Leo. “Audio dampeners active in this quadrant during non-event hours…” He was reciting protocols, clinging to procedure like a lifeline. “Probability of detection… low. But not zero.” He looked back at Leo, the terror in his eyes warring with the fierce possessiveness that hadn't vanished. “Never zero.”

The cheap plastic phone felt warm against my ear, and the sound of his steady breathing was the perfect remedy for my physical aches. A sharp, distinct noise cut through the quiet atmosphere of the suite. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up straight on the cold floor tiles. The sound did not come from the bathroom, nor did it come from the street outside the hotel window. It came from the main entrance door of my private room. A high-pitched electronic beep echoed through the darkness as a keycard activated the lock mechanism, followed immediately by the dull, metallic click of the heavy brass handle turning from the outside in the middle of the night.

“Your curfew begins at eight pm. Come after that and you’ll be spending the night outside on the cold floor and you’d have no one else but yourself to blame.” “While you are in, lights out at nine pm. If you have to do anything after that time, do it in darkness.” This is going to cause us a lot of problems when I start school. “While I’m in the room, you are not allowed to speak or do anything that would produce any sound greater than forty decibels, which means you are only allowed to make sounds that are as slow as flipping a book page.” “No eating in the room, not even a snack. Food particles attract rats and ants.”

The back room was Marta's infrastructure and it was, in Dante's professional assessment, extraordinary. Three monitors on an L-shaped desk, a secure server locally hosted in a climate-controlled cabinet, a communications array with three encrypted channels and a fourth that was dark — unused but active, waiting. The room had been soundproofed, which told him Marta had anticipated the need for conversations that shouldn't travel through walls. The single window had been fitted with both blackout blinds and secondary glazing.

He added before stepping out and walking away. My eyes swept around the room, analysing the furniture and objects. Pulling my father into a tight embrace, I whispered in his ears, “There are at least three cameras that are clearly visible. God knows how many more hidden ones are there in this room….” He pulled away, nodding in understanding. “I really love the garden in front of my room.” He said, waving towards the window. “Let me show you some of the pretty flowers here.” Once we were next to the window, he leaned outside and spoke in a low tone, “There are microphones too, but its range won’t catch our sounds if we lean over this window while talking. I have already tested it…”

The heavy electronic lock of Conference Room A clicked shut with a sharp, heavy metallic snap, sealing the three of them inside the glass cage. Instantly, the corporate chaos, the ringing phones, and the muffled murmurs of the outside atrium were completely cut off, replaced by an oppressive, suffocating silence. The thick glass panels insulated the room perfectly, turning the bustling world outside into a distant, slow-motion movie where people stared in but couldn't hear a single word.