Inglés KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Dose 20. The chemicals seep into your bloodstream. Your heart pounds faster, each beat sending poison deeper. Dose 35. Your vision blurs, edges turning dark. The room spins and your legs won't hold you anymore. Everything feels wrong.

The walls whisper tonight. 312 steps from my bed to the window. I watch shadows dance, remember her smile. It burns inside. Time moves like thick syrup, drowning memories. They say I'm better now. But the echoes never stop. Never stop.

The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

I sat there watching as everything fell apart. The silence in the room was deafening, and my thoughts were racing. I knew things would never be the same, but somehow, that realization brought both fear and strange relief.

Let me tell you about the Walker House incident of 1986. A family heard footsteps in their attic every night at 3 AM. When they investigated, they found wet, glowing footprints leading to nowhere. The prints weren't human - they had six toes and seemed to burn the wood beneath.

December 15, 1989. A quiet street in Portland. A woman returns home to find her front door unlocked. Inside, nothing seems disturbed, except for a single polaroid on her kitchen table. It shows her sleeping in her bed from the night before. The stalker was there, watching.

Look at me carefully. You think you understand what I am capable of? Let me show you true power. Think of everything you hold dear, everything you cherish. I can take it all away. Remember this name: I am Vengeance.

The city breathes differently at night. I move through its veins like a whispered secret, a necessary evil in service to order. Some call me monster, others savior. Truth is, I'm neither – just a shadow doing what shadows must.