Sound Of Silence Voice 소설 & 이야기

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

She longed for the chaos of conversation, the rhythm of communication, yet the emptiness remained, heavy and suffocating. It was in the quiet of one particularly lonely evening, rain pattering against the window, that Amara finally understood the truth. Silence was not neutral. Silence was a force, a pressure that demanded action. It was not the absence of words, but the presence of a choice deferred, a mirror held up to the heart, forcing her to confront what she truly wanted.

He was talking to me, but I couldn't hear a single word. In the emergency room, I could feel someone working on my mechanical heart. It was already a miracle that a prototype like mine was able to last this long. By the time I came to, my heartbeat had finally calmed down. I heard the sound of the heart monitor, and the conversation between Scott and the doctor.

Chapter 6: The Weight of Silence The car moved steadily through the quiet night. The city lights glared past the windows. The roads were less crowded now, the noise of the conference long left behind. Inside the car, the silence felt heavy. Marcus sat on the driver's seat. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, his posture straight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He had learned over the years when to speak and when not to. In the back seat, Lucas sat slightly turned to the side.

Or the kind of disinfectant used in places where truth has already been scrubbed away. A sound murmured from somewhere nearby—steady, repetitive. Could’ve been a faucet. Could’ve been a track looping in the background. Whatever it was, it didn’t soothe. It filled the space like a stand-in for thought, like someone had decided silence was too dangerous to leave untouched. And then—a voice. Not Nathan’s. Not Raymond’s. And definitely not mine. It curled through the back of my mind like wild animal hunting its prey. Low. Measured. Dangerous.

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

Make noise. The command lodges in my chest. Burns. Not just words. A lifeline thrown across an impossible gulf. Noise. In the silence. How? My voice is gone, stolen. My fists hitting the bulkhead? Swallowed instantly. Meaningless. But the scars… they hum. They vibrate. Against the silence. They feel… resonant. Like plucking a string stretched taut across nothingness. Anchor points.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.