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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

Samanthas hands trembled as she held the sword. She had never killed a man before. Her eyes looked up with pity and remorse. Maybe it was best she didn’t know anything on him if she were to kill him. She turned and took a few steps toward him, the sword trembling in her hands.

Oliver looked to her intruged. “Well you will love it then.” He grinned and noticed she looked a bit warm.”are you okay? Your face is red?:.” He trailed off
“Do you need some fresh air, I know it’s rather steamy with the soup on.”
 
The room was still, both men waited for her to do as she was told. Jamea wondered if she wold be punished for her hesitation.

"You are going to get me in so much trouble. I'm blushing, you made my stomach growl and now I am blushing" Bell said. Then she composed herself and said "why do you care, you are soposed to hate me?"
 
Samantha walked towards the man and looked to him. Please anything, anything to make her mad at him and do it with no regrets! She chanted in her mind and readied her grip on her sword standing a few inches before him.

“what’s wrong with that!” He grew defensive and turned to his soup. He poured it into the bowls. He frowned unsure. Yes he should but she had been nothing but nice, only following orders and doing as commanded.
 
The only change was that James began taking his foot.

"I am soposed to be cold and heartless, my very presence strikes fear. I'm terrifying. And you got me to blush completley coincidentally. I am somone who has no emotion anymore and is known for that and yet you make me feel. If I lose what was foces into me i may no longer be respected and of value" bell told Oliver.
 
Samantha stares at the man as nothing happened. Her own hands shook and she didn’t dare look at his eyes. She was going to do it as quick as possible with little to no sounds coming from him. She took her sword back and swung it hard at him neck. As soon as it made contact she closed her eyes and flinched as she heard a thud to the floor followed by a lighter this as his head rolled across the floor with momentum, allowing blood to flow freely. Her sword remained stuck in the wood of the chair. Having swung it so hard. Her hands trembled and she wanted to burst into tears thinking of what she just did. She held it in, she didn’t show any of it.

Oliver stares at her interested. He understood and with that he cleared his throat. “Well I’m sorry I can’t help. I don’t understand why you are acting strange.” He eyed her.
“anyways.. the soup is finished.” He poured it into his and her bowls.
 
James handed Samantha the blindfold and escorted her back to her cell. Bell and Oliver whernt there yet.

Bell said "it's a problem because thay may kill one or both of us." Then she hoped down and put the bowls on both trays then said and she went for another bowl for herself "we have to feed the girl, I'm alredy taking liberty with how much she is eating and still giving you food." Then she handed him her bowl to fill and set to down to grab both trays and lead him back to the cell's she slipped sam hers and handed Oliver's to him. Then she whent back to the kitchen and ate hers.
 
When Samantha got to her cell, she fell to her knees. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t. She let her tears finally run free down from her eyes. They moved past her lip, leaving a salty after taste.
Samantha circled up right into a ball placed in the corner behind the cot and it cried. She cried and cried till she couldn’t, till her body wouldn’t allow it. Her hands shook vilantlg. And all she could think of was the thud. Was the blood, was the fact she took his life.

Oliver gulped at that possibility. He kept quiet and promised to her he wouldn’t say a word. He walked silently into the rooms and noticed that Sam was tucked into the corner crying. He sat down and started eating, about melting at how great it was.

Samanthadidn’t even notice when Oliver came in and they left her some food. She continued crying over him.
 
The stew was good, it was realy good. She ate her bowl then cleaned up to hide the mess. Then she whent to her hall and sat in her spot. She took note of Samantha's crying, but didn't react. Soon James came and gave her his report and she asked "Is the room clean?" To which he nodded" then she began reading the report. She took note how Samantha had not immediately obeyed the order to kill him. Bell stood and whent to the bars of Sam's cell than said "You hesitated to obey an order, give my one good and valid reason I shouldn't give punishment for that"
 
Samanthas hands trembled as Bell spoke.
“because I did it!” She hissed out in shock and pain. She held herself closer wanting to escape from this world.
“Because you got the outcome you wanted even if I took a moment to do it.” She partially sobbed out, not saying the words. Not saying ‘ because I killed him’ it rang in her head and she shivered as she could still hear his head dropping and rolling on the ground, and then his body.
She was more than sure his blood was still on her dress and on her hands. She rubbed her hands once again on her dress in attempt to wipe of the bone exsitant blood.
 
"I will pardon it this time but next time the punishment will be dubbed. You are to fallow orders without hesitation or question. You forfit any reward you earned aswell. " then she whent back to her seat and said "eat" before closing her eyes.
The next morning after bell did her routine and brought ther breakfast she had Sam bought to the exercis room and said "run nine laps then grab a bow and arrow." She made sam practice with the bow for two hours then had her taken to the interrogation room from yesterday with James. Inside a prisoner sat waiting and chained to the table.
 
Samantha didn’t sleep at all the night before. She couldn’t. Not when his eyes looked to her when ever she closed hers. She managed to finish most of her breakfast, she more shoved it in her mouth than anything else. It was all she could really do.

Pushing herself up, she went to exercise. She was slow. She had slowed down a bit as she tried running all she could and even with the bow shaking she still hit her target.

Samantha looked to the room with horror as they dragged her in. ‘No... I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see him. Please’ she begged in her mind not speaking. Sam clenched her fistson her dress as she entered the room.
 
The interrogation room was clean, and the man in the chair looked nothing like the man from yesterday. What Samantha didn't know was the man infront of her was an actual prisoner and that she was the first to interrogate him.
James wrote, "he is all yours, gather as much information about him as you can" then whent to stand against the wall. In the table was Some paper and a file in the file was some information on the man.
Name: Lawrence Mellette
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Occupation: Cornel in army
Other: he has a twin sister named Annabeth
 
Samantha looked to the young man intrigued. She slowly sat down knowing she couldn’t delay their orders and picked up the file. She glanced through it curious.
“Name?” She asked though she already knew it from the paper. She placed it down to her side and looked to the man with a stone cold face.
 
"Lawrence Mellette, madam. Cornel Lawrence Mellette" says the man. He is polite, he was manners and he notices the look on Smanthas eyes, she is battle worn and from the state of her dress she look like it as well. He is deciding on his head whether or not to comply, he decides to ancer anything the wants to know about himself but not anything else.
 
Samantha nodded and wrote a few words on a blank sheet of paper.
“age 19 and you are a cornel in the army, am I correct?” She looked to him curious. It seemed to be going good so far. She gulped and placed the shaky pencil down.
 
Samantha nodded and looked to him.
“now you seem like a well mannered young man. Tell me, why are you here?”
 
"I'm afraid I don't know madam" it isn't a lie, but it isn't the full truth, it isn't hard to deduce that want him for or from him likely military related.
 
“Tell me what happened before you came here.” She said coldly and looked down to her paper writing a few more things down.
 
Lawrence thought for a moment than said "I wold rather not madam" he rememberd clearly being called into a meeting my a pare of generals and told that thay liked him and had a special assignment for him. He whent with some men and then was handcuffed and out in a cell and now he was here in this room handcuffed to a table.
 
“Please Lawrence. Answer my question. What were you doing before this? What brought you here.”
 
Samantha was curt and to the point wanting to know. She eyed him as he sat. He looked as if he was remembering something. She knew he was but what? That was the question.
 
Samantha closed the file all the while making eye contact with him.
“Not here, it isnt. I highly suggest you share those details. There are other things that may happen.” She threatened him indirectly but knew he knewwhat it was as well.
 
Lawrence desides to deflect the question "You killed a man" he says to her "I can see it in your eyes and the way you hold your hands" he had said it like a fact then his voce softens and he says "do you want to talk about It?"
 

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