How Long Is Whispers In The Walls นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The presence grew larger and larger until. "I can't take it anymore!" Traga said scaredly. He quickly ran ahead of the group leaving the rest of them. Everyone started panicking as Traga went further and further. Everyone else followed and that was when the frightening presence that was trailing behind them came closer and closer. "Everybody runs quickly!" Cheng, the leader of the group, said loudly. They can already see it much clearer, the fortified wall of the city that surrounds the entire mountain city of Aslem. On top of the 80 meter tall wall were soldiers that patrol the wall and luckily right in front of them was the west gate of the city.

The sooner she confronted the source of the blackmail, the sooner she could breathe again. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. They sipped water from the bar, pretending to watch the scenes while keeping their eyes on the movement around them. Cassie’s nerves were frayed. Every laugh from the crowd, every moan from a scene, every clink of chains made her flinch internally. The club felt like a living reminder of the secret she had buried. After nearly forty minutes, Cassie stood. “I need to use the washroom. I’ll be quick.”

He quietly called out near the women's restroom door, "Mr. Grant, I've bought the thing you asked for." The noise inside finally quieted for a moment, and Samuel appeared at the door. Isabella quickly stepped behind a pillar, her heart racing. Samuel chuckled lightly. "That was fast." "Of course, the movie's short—only three hours. Can't waste a moment of your special time," Isaac replied. Samuel sounded pleased. "Take good care of Bella. Don't let her notice anything unusual, understood?" "You can count on me, Mr. Grant. Mrs. Grant is so innocent. Women like her are easy to please—she'll believe anything you tell her."

A ghost that haunted every breath. If I ever got out of here, I’d rip him apart myself. Slice him open slowly. Take his head and hang it on the wall like a trophy. Was this the extent of their brilliance? This pathetic little game? All this effort, just to break a girl like me? Twelve days. I’d carved them on the wall—twelve jagged lines scratched with a shard of stone I found beneath the cot. Twelve days of waiting. Twelve days of silence. Twelve days of slowly unraveling in a place where time didn’t move forward—it just bled.

I didn’t think I’d last long. I walked in late, on purpose. Most of them were already chatting. Laughing. They didn’t notice me slip into the room—not right away. I found a seat in the corner. Kept my hands folded. Smiled politely when anyone looked in my direction. I told myself I’d stay for twenty minutes. Thirty, max. But then the whispers started. Callista’s voice was the first. I didn’t hear it fully, just fragments. “… placeholders…” “… instincts…”

I bought the black half-mask, had them stamp my wrist with the green dot, and stepped through the heavy velvet curtain. The room was lit in deep red. Low couches lined the walls, padded benches stood in the center, a sling hung in one corner, and mirrors covered almost every surface so no matter where you looked, you saw bodies moving. About fifteen men were already inside, all masked, bodies ranging from lean and smooth to thick and hairy, ages probably between twenty-five and forty-five. No one spoke above a whisper. Hands brushed thighs, mouths found necks, cocks were already out or being stroked slowly.

I whispered. The timer hit 00:45.

“Please.” Her eyes dropped to the floor. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.” “Try me.” She hesitated, then whispered, “It’s just… since we got back here, I swear I keep hearing whispers. From the walls. Like voices. But they’re too faint to make out.” My stomach clenched. “Can you hear them now?” She shook her head. “No. It sorta comes and goes.” Her hand slipped into the crook of my arm, grounding herself. “Do you think Moira would know what it is?”