Novel & Cerita Blindfolded Synonym

He must have answered with a nod because the car began to move, sending vibrations through my knees and face. "Hello." I tried to say through the gag but was ignored and rewarded by my blindfold pulled back in place and a pair of cushioned headphones being placed over my ears, not letting a single sound pass, deafening me and taking away another precious sense of mine. I lay in complete silence, hating not knowing what would come next and wondering what would happen tonight. The time seemed to slow down again; I flinched every time I believed I heard a sound or thought I saw something, though both were obviously just my imagination.

Williams frowned as he glared at Seth with skeptical brows. “What's all this, Hazel? Is this a trap or what?” he angrily asked and stood up on his feet. Everyone suddenly stopped clapping after Seth notified them to stop. Williams's heart was speedily pounding against his chest as though it wanted to leave its place. He furiously clenched his fist as he glared at Seth who stood a few inches away from him. Seth walked up to Williams with a mocking smile. He stood an inch away from Williams and placed his hands akimbo.

My thoughts got interrupted by the teacher’s voice again. “Everyone please put on your blindfolds,” she said. I looked around the class. The other students were already complying, sliding the blindfolds over their eyes. I put mine on too. There were no cracks in the fabric—I couldn’t see a thing. I was completely blind. With my vision gone, my other senses kicked into high gear. The room felt eerily silent again. That heavy quiet pressed against my ears until I heard the soft rustle of a body passing by me.

Lastly, I waved my sword around, which he got after talking through what he was hearing. “Good, you may remove the blindfold.” As he removed the blindfold, I continued, “Not too bad. You did miss my knives; I was waving them around like this,” I performed the same action as earlier, “listening to the whistling of the blade cutting through the air. Good job talking through what you heard on the last one.” Summers smiled a true, genuine smile at the praise.

"I lost my sight when I was seven. Before that, I don 't remember much. " "That' s sad. " "Sometimes. But I have other ways of seeing. I can hear things you might miss. Feel things. Smell things. " "Like what?" "Like right now, I can smell rain coming. And I can hear a bird nearby. A robin maybe. Singing. " Sarah was quiet for a moment. Then, everything looks like. " "I'll be your eyes. If you want. I'll tell you what My throat tightened.

Before I could say anything, he took a piece of clothing, and pressed it gently over my eyes. “Trust me, little wolf,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my ear. I swallowed hard, my heart racing even faster. “Draven… what..” “Shh,” he cut me off, his tone firm but filled with mischief. “I heard blindfolding can heighten your senses.” The bed dipped slightly as Draven climbed up, then straddled me. Securely gripped between his thick thighs, I felt the contents of his underwear pressing firmly into my bottom.

Absolute darkness. All I could see was black: endless and suffocating. The blindfold dug painfully against my eyes. My head was pounding in pain from the pill Adrian forced me to swallow. I felt disoriented, the ringing in my ears going on and on, defeaning despite the silence surrounding me. Other than that, the only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing.

Rhena, meanwhile, gave him a cynical look. "What do you mean by that, Blind? Don't just talk, Sicily!" Rhena growled. "Hah, why say that. Are you feeling flustered, or are you the culprit, Rhena?" "Slander will plunge you into disgrace. That blindness is becoming permanent, Sicily." Sicily was silent, she had no effect on the words that escaped Harlan's mouth. The man clearly preferred another mate to Sicily.

Finally, I stop, my chest heaving, my arms hanging heavy at my sides. "You are trying to see me," the blind man says. "That is your mistake. Your eyes are lying to you. They show you where I was, not where I am going." He taps his stick against the floor. "Close your eyes." "What?" "Close your eyes. You cannot fight what you cannot see. So stop trying to see." I look at Mark. He nods once. I close my eyes. The darkness is immediate and complete. Without sight, like the world shrinks to the sounds around me. My own breathing, and drip of water somewhere in the distance. The soft tap of the blind man's stick against the stone floor.

“Not bad.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Good. Let me know if it becomes too much. You know the game already.” Then there was the blindfold, a deceptively simple piece of silk. Once it had covered my eyes, the world narrowed to touch, sound, and breath. The absence of sight heightened every other sense, making the brush of fingers or the whisper of movement feel thrilling. “Can you see anything?” Chris’ voice came from somewhere close, though I couldn’t tell exactly where.