Hypnosis Microphone Novels & Stories

Helen did not bat an eyelid and continued to watch. Then she lifted Marie’s chin again—gentler this time. "You made mistakes," Helen said. "And they cost you her trust." Marie nodded helplessly, tears dripping. “But trust,” Helen continued, “can be… redirected.” Marie looked up, confused. “H-how?” Helen walked over to the table and picked up a small black case and set it down in front of Marie. Inside: A small gadget. A micro audio emitter. A mimic. A child's voice pipeline.

Isabelle answered in her mind but the words didn’t leave her mouth in the physical world. “She cannot hear you anymore, Isabelle. It’s just the two of us now,” Hannah said to her. “Isabelle, can you hear me? Isabelle?” Doctor Felicia called her but there was no response from her patient. “Isabelle?” She called again but no answer. The doctor became worried that something had gone wrong with the hypnosis so she decided to end it and wake her up. “Alright Isabelle, I’m going to bring you back so when you hear me count down from five and clap my hands, you will wake up,” She said.

She heard that those who underwent hypnosis would feel refreshed as if they had entered into a new world. Noah smiled. "Sure. Let me grab something." Five minutes later, he came back with a pocket watch. "Look at this, try to blink as little as possible, and just relax,” he said in a pleasant and gentle voice, which sounded quite bewitching. Slowly, Zoelle closed her eyes following his instructions. After some time, she slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight was not as bright as before she had gone under. Stunned, she took her phone out to check the time. She had slept for three hours.

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Her palm was cool against his skin, her long fingers locking around his pulse point to ground him through the sudden spike of tension. "Let it ring twice," she commanded softly. "Then slide the interface into the speaker loop. Do not give her an emotional response. Just let the data speak." Michael nodded once, a cold, hard movement of his head. He waited for the second vibration to shake the wood of the desk before tapping the screen and sliding the call into the workstation's integrated audio terminal. The silence that spilled out of the high-fidelity speakers was thick, heavy, and completely saturated with malice. For four long seconds, nobody breathed.

“Titus, I want to test if the field is working. Give me a shout from the room.” If a shout was what he wanted, I’ll give him a shout for real. Taking a deep breath and making sure to be as loud as possible, I yelled into the microphone chip. “BABY BLUE VERSION TWO!” There was some feedback from the mic and I winced. It’s a good thing Khronos thought of everything. I muted the receiving end for a while and let the system go crazy. That’ll teach the man not to be so cocky. We’re partners and I’m the leader.

“Jack. Jack Mueller. You need to wake up.” The intonations of my voice I keep within the same frequency as the radio static’s hissing ‘hhhhhuuusssss’ sound of a sustained expiration and use words carefully chosen and repeated in a rhythm that mimics the beat of a human heart. Coming round from unconsciousness and in precise combination with the radio static and the deliberate rhythm and frequency of my voice induces in him an extremely hypnotic state, allowing me to alter Junior’s consciousness, inserting my helpful advice and friendly direction at a mental point where he’s more suggestible than he would be in a full waking state.

His name will come back clean. "Are you ready?" asked Fox. Boston didn't answer. He just sat on the soft chair waiting for Fox to install the tool. Fox smiled faintly, she put some tools in Boston Hopkins head and then typed something on the keyboard. Boston Hopkins' eyes watched what he was doing. The hypnosis program was started. "The program is in place," said Fox. Boston Hopkins closed his eyes. He began to think about the hypnotic commands he would send out via satellite. The bodyguards kept their pistols pointing at Fox, waiting for their master's cue. Fox then typed something again on the keyboard.

The heat radiating from their huge bodies makes me feel so safe and secure, and I really need that feeling right now because I'm super nervous about what I'm getting ready to do. "Okay," says Hannah, once I've got everything hooked up, "let's give it a try." I hold the small black microphone up to my lips. "Test, test, test," I say as I look at my three alphas. "1. Two. Three." A voice waveform flickers on the data panel's cracked screen, showing that it's picking up my voice. Hannah gives me a thumbs up.

The ingenuity and elegance of this technology left Joe in awe, and he was eager to learn more about the Smart Pearl Sonoclam and the wonders of Aqualeara's advancements in science and innovation. Nerissa gazes at the sleek Sonoclam, admiring its craftsmanship as she gently closes it. The small microphone piece fits perfectly into the center of the honeycomb-shaped speaker, and the magnetic closure secures it shut. She notices a small glass bump, like half a sphere, set into the metal shell just above the magnetic clasp, adding to the device's charm.