Audiobook Demo 2
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
DanishTranscript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the asylum. The monotonous, tapping off water striking stone was comforting to skit. So, too, was the constant flickering of the torch in sconces into this slimy stonewall off the cell that had been his home for nearly two decades. He gazed through half open eyes at the iron great acting as the door to his cell, the howls, yelps and whimpers of his fellow inmates. Now that was something that still scared him. It was the sound off madness and insanity. It was the sound made by the broken. It was constant, and in those first months sleeping had bean difficult. But the saying that a man could get used to anything over time had proven true. He clenched his jaw as he breathed in the damp, sacred air. His back was moist with sweat, and his lies filled tunic covered his emaciated body. The cell was small containing a pile of straw that acted as his bed, the flickering torch that was his only source of heat us well, a slight and a small dripping pipe that provided him with water. The sound of iron grating on stone caused him to Siddle illustrator. It was very rare that anything different happened to break the tedium of his self inflicted imprisonment. He only ever saw the caretakers once every few months. When they came through and dropped off food, the yelling and cries of the other inmates grew louder and louder until it grew to an almost deafening pitch. Approaching footsteps came from the darkness of the corridor. A shadowy figure appeared in front of skits. Cell door skits, ruined eyes could just make out a silhouette standing in the flicker of his torch. Who's there? He asked, his voice, barely louder than a strained whisper. When was the last time he had spoken out loud? He couldn't recall. On old friend, came the reply. Skits, eyes widened at the voice, fear twisted in his belly. No, not you. You know, a friend of mine. You're the reason I'm in here. The figure stepped closer, revealing himself. It was who he had feared. Most valve use