Sound Breathing Novels & Stories

"Baby, concentrate on the sound of my voice. Can you do that for me?" I heard her hum through her soft cries. "That's good baby, that's great. Now breathe with me. In and out, in and out." I could hear her shaky breath as she exhaled with me. "That's it. In through your nose and out through your mouth." She followed along with me until we could both hear her breathing properly. My heart was churning in my chest as I burned to hear what that man had done to her.

A gust of hot breath rushes at my ear, “Brooke, breathe. Come on, breathe with me. There's nothing to fear. Just inhale, and exhale. Do it with me, follow my rhythm. You can do this.” I try to do as he says. When he inhales, I feel the air move near my face, and I breathe in with him. My lungs scream with relief, and I feel the gust of his exhalation. I follow him as he breathes steadily. He murmurs in my ear, telling me I’m alright, that I’m safe, that nothing can harm me, and I believe him. As I continue breathing, the panic disappears, and the intensity of flitting memories in my head vanishes. The environment around me registered in my senses again, I can hear the flow of water and the r

“No grunting. No flaring. Good air entry.” His lungs expanded evenly. No distress. No retractions at the base of his ribs. Just small, determined breaths that sounded like quiet sighs. His nostrils barely moved. His mouth opened once in a tiny, offended oval, then closed again as if he had decided the world could wait until he understood it.

Respecting the distance, or maybe just wary of the blast radius. "Breathe with me. In through your nose. Four counts. One. Two. Three. Four." I try. Fail. My chest is a tight knot that won't expand. "Again. Follow my voice. In—two—three—four. Hold—two—three—four. Out—two—three—four." I lock onto his voice. It’s steady. Clinical. I follow his rhythm. His control. Slowly, the room stops spinning. Air reaches the bottom of my lungs.

She couldn't, her own breath a series of short, useless gasps. "Okay," he said, his voice unshaken. "New plan. We count. Breathe in with me. One... two... three... four." He breathed in deeply, demonstrating. "Hold. One... two... three. Now out. One... two... three... four... five."

His hands hang loose at his sides but his fingers twitch. “Feet shoulder width,” I instruct. “Knees soft. Do not lock them.” He adjusts. “Breathe in through your nose,” I continue. “Slow. Count to four.” He does. “Out through your mouth. Count to six.” His breath shakes on the release. “That is fine,” I say. “Do it again.” We breathe together. The bond hums. Quiet. Present. Minutes pass. Or maybe seconds. Time bends here. Blake opens his eyes. “It is louder tonight.”

The mere thought of calling Sam already made my skin crawl, and I knew Adrian could see the annoyance etched on my face. Adrian softened his expression to one of compassion and filled his eyes with concern. "No, babe, calm down," he said in a soft voice. "Breathe in," he instructed, his hands demonstrating the motion of an inhalation. I grinned but did just that, filling my lungs with breath as I moved deeply. "Uhhhhh," I breathed, my voice hardly above a whisper. Adrian's eyes didn't waver from mine, steady and reassuring. "And breathe out," he said, his hands sweeping in a fluid manner. I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension seep from me as I let go of my breath.

At irregular, unpredictable intervals—when the tension felt near the absolute breaking point, when I thought I might shatter from the strain or beg for mercy—he spoke without looking up, voice calm and probing, each word a fresh lash and lifeline. “Breathe now. Deep. Fill your lungs completely.” I inhaled greedily, desperately, chest expanding until the shirt pulled taut and painful. “Hold it. Count slowly to ten in your head. Feel the burn.” Lungs burned fiercely, vision spotting at the edges as I obeyed, wolf whining in protest. “Exhale. Slowly. Control every second of it.” Relief flooded me, bittersweet and brief, warred immediately with fresh tension as I awaited the next command.

"That's it. Slow. In through your nose. Hold it. Now out through your mouth. Good. Again. You're doing great. Just keep going." I follow the voice, letting it guide my breathing the way a lifeline guides a drowning person to shore. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. Over and over, each breath a little deeper than the last, each one pulling a little more air into my burning lungs. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the tightness in my chest begins to loosen. The darkness at the edges of my vision starts to fade. My heart rate begins to come down, still fast but no longer racing like it's trying to break free from my ribcage.

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.