Audiobook Reading with Young Female British Accent
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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The rancid smell of death poured into her nostrils, flooding her lungs with filth adrenaline pumped aggressively through her heart that now seemed preposterously oversized as her chest felt the full force of its wrath. Her body desperately tried to fight off its paralysis. But the thing behind her suffocated her with its unyielding power, reflections bounced uncontrollably around the tightly confined space as its eyes burned hotter in rage at the puny female u its voice raged in recognition if any humanity resided within the creature, it showed no signs. Only venom and spite could be detected in its thunderous voice. It ate into her very soul, punching away her tenacity and dissecting her very mortality. She tried to grab onto something. Anything. The thing adjacent to her was responsible for the death of the only man she'd ever loved. She hated herself, her ability to act robbed just like when she was a child all those many cycles ago. How was it that with all her power now, she was still the same helpless girl she'd always been. She dug deeper into her soul, looking past Miller, past her abusers and the troubles she'd experienced throughout her cruel life. She looked past it all and found she was staring out into oblivion. Agent white light blinded her soul until all that was left was her very being naked and unprotected. A vastness of purity she was unaware of, exited from within her corporal form. She grabbed at it, feeling her strength flood back to her limbs and let out a scream that filled the room, breaking the creature's hold on her and sending them both to the ground. The light retracted within her and faded as quickly as it had come, allowing the black to intensify 100 fold, rubbing her face and gathering her wits. She threw herself upon her rifle knowing that every second meant the difference between life and death. She aimed the muzzle towards where the wraith had been standing, but it was gone from sight. It was inconceivable to think a creature so large could move without a sound. She backed herself up against the nearest wall and stood fast refusing it an easy kill. Her eyes located the stairs and she fell back at only a meter from the stairs. The rifle was snatched from her hands and was eaten by the thick shadows of the room. She dropped low, evading a swing of its enormous arms and drove her shoulder into its chest plate. It stumbled back but unleashed a devastating kick that sent her to the floor. The attack expelled the air from her lungs and she gasped in surprise. Blood dripped from her nose and ran down the bottom half of her face pumping fresh hate into her weakened muscles. She dared a glance and saw it moving towards her with its blade outstretched. It cut the air as it closed, the distance filling the room with its death. She rolled over onto her buttocks and straightened. If she was to die, she would die with her pride intact and look it in the eyes. It raised the sword high above its mane. A roar boomed from the wraith and it sounded to her like it was laughing, rage filled her very soul and she cursed it bearing her canines as she did so. And the creature seemed to pause as if sizing her up. Come on, get it over with. I ain't got all day. She growled, spitting blood. The blade fell, cutting an arc through the air at lethal speed. She stared unblinking, welcoming its edge. She felt a sudden increase of heat and pressure fold into her neck. The wreath glared at her. Its eyes burning with malice and told of 1000 horrors and truths. So profane that any mortal foolish enough to make contact with them would be instantly driven mad. Its fang stretched out towards her as if in a need to taste blood. She continued to stare, determined to show no fear. But when her executioner didn't move, her eyes diverted down towards the blade, the weight of the blade rested upon her neck. It's tip just cutting into her flesh, drawing the smallest trail of blood, her eyes met with the wreaths. Once more confused at its hesitation. The creature simply stared back with its glowing eyes of ruby red, watching her and calculating some unseen factor. You don't fear death came, its modulated voice, vast volumes of air were sucked into the creature's flared nostrils and it wheezed it back out as if the air was toxic and caused it harm.