Tangled Voice 소설 & 이야기

My voice betrays me. Fuck.

Studying the voice, made me think that it was coming from a speaker or something like that, it sounded cracky and extremely loud, seconds after the person spoke, it echoed in the room for a while, a normal tone wouldn’t sound that way and the voice sounded like it was transited with a vocal app or something, it didn’t sound real at all. "Who are you? What do you want and why did you kidnap me." I yelled, "Get me out of this place." I struggled to move from the chair I was tied into "Jason! Anyone, please help me." My voice echoed around me. I didn’t care if my voice was heard or not, all I know is that someone is pissed off with my yelling and I’m pretty sure that, he or she will eventually

The place appeared deserted, save for the occasional chirping of birds outside and the rustling coming from further along the building. Tessy crouched down and assumed a fighting stance as the rustles became louder and she started to reach for her penknife before a small lizard came out from behind the shadows and quickly scurried away. She hissed a bit loudly at ther unwarranted fear when a voice snorted behind her. "Don't tell me they brought a girl to deliver my goods today." The hairs on Tessy's skin rose up at the sound of the familiar voice. She sharply repositioned herself so she was facing the person, and nearly recoiled in shock when she saw the client for that day.

She surged forward, propelled by a mother's instinct to protect her child, but her movements felt sluggish and disjointed, as if she were trapped in a nightmare. Amidst the tumult, another voice joined hers, a familiar male voice that sent a jolt of recognition through Ayana's veins. It was Robby, his tone filled with the same dread and urgency that consumed her. Their voices intertwined in a symphony of anguish as they called out for Lyana, their concerns and fears mingling in the chaotic cacophony of the crowded street.

he begged, his voice filled with desperation. Her heart ached at the sight of his raw vulnerability. She wiped away her own tears and took a deep breath before responding. "Clayton," she said with a sigh, her voice filled with a mix of pain and uncertainty. "I don't know." The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air as they both grappled with their emotions.

I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or real, but I definitely recognized that voice. “Please, Iris, wake up!” I heard that voice again. This time it was hoarse, shaky, and seemed in pain. Then something heavy and solid pressed against my aching forehead. A liquid dropped into my eyes, down my face and warm breathing against my lips. Warm soft lips pressed against my own. I wanted to move and kissed back, but I felt like I was paralyzed. “Twig, please, open those damn blue eyes for me or I swear to God! Come on, please?” he said that over and over again. His voice was cracking. “Goddamnit! Please, don’t give up on me now.”

“You have a bruised rib and a few stitches.” “And a broken heart,” Ohas sighed, tilting his head. His voice dropped into something lower, more languid. “Dr. Haze, you wound me.” Hayden rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched. “Why do you insist on calling me that?” “Because it suits you,” Ohas purred. “You walk around all mysterious, pretending to be unaffected by anything, but I know better.” “You don’t know anything,” Hayden shot back, but Ohas caught the flicker of something softer in his gaze.

My voice cracked, but I made myself continue. "Tell me, Aiden, what part of that am I misunderstanding?" His jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he might shatter something—anything—but he stayed rooted, his breathing uneven. "She didn't mean anything.” It was the sort of confession that came out like a kick to the gut. "And that's supposed to make it better?" My voice rose, shaking with anger. "That you were with someone meaningless? Do you even hear yourself?”

Others couldn’t even look me in the eye. Interesting. They all looked guilty, like kids who just broke a window and hoped the teacher didn’t notice. I gave nothing away, just nodded and kept walking. Passed the first floor, the elevator dinged open, and I stepped into the corridor. Then I heard a voice. it was Loud, Sharp, and Mean. “…She’s just a desperate little flirt, acting all innocent. I mean, come on. Can’t even walk without looking like she’s begging for male attention....”

The warehouse was large, with multiple sectors, and because I did not have the money to hire thugs, Elena and I were left to do all of the dirty work. I reached for my phone, which was ringing, and answered it. “Yeah, what's up man? Is my brother trying to outsmart me again?” I asked curiously over the phone. “No!” The voice answered. “Where are you guys? "I would like to meet you," the voice added. "Sorry, man, I do not think I can trust anyone," I stated unequivocally. “It is because of me that you aren't behind bars Rickard. At the very least, show that you are grateful," the voice said angrily.