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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

“Annabel?!” Samantha exclaimed in shock. How could it be. She was taken years ago. She had searched tirelessly and found nothing till one day she over heard that she has gone and dead.
Samantha stumbles on her own feet as she tried to flee from the mad woman. It couldn’t have been Annabel but she was right. It looked just like her. Like what she would’ve looked like.
“Stop that horrid singing.” She said softly first off not liking how they used oranges in it and secondly the ending of the song.

She gazed at her amazed. “No..” she spoke in denial. “You’re not Annabell.”
 
Bell smild completely gone on her head and said "you're right Annabell is dead, she dies a few years ago. I am Bell" she than took two steps forward so the was just out of reach of Samantha should she reach out of her cell. "Ring around the Rosy pocket full of posse, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." She said then "Little Bo peep has lost her sheep
And doesn’t know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they’ll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them." And she smiled.
 
Samantha stayed where she was on the floor. It frightened her these random songs but what was worse is that she could see her friend if she tried hard enough.
“Wh-“ she shook her head and cleared her those.
“what happened?...”
 
Bell just stood where she was before saying "they took me, thay thought I was you so thay took me, and because I wasnt you no one cared. You promised me and it meant nothing clearly. Because I was nothing, worthless that tortured me endlessly relentlessly until I was finaly saved last year. Now I am safe, and valued, and respected. " she no longer smild, "I have value and importance now. I am a key member of this organization. And you, you will join us, my curent job is to make shure of that."
 
“I-i....” Samantha shook her head and couldn’t believed it. “I thought you were dead... I saw your body.. I heard it too.. I I... I Mourned for months on end! I still do every august 11th!” She cried out still in shock. How could she be here how could Annabell be the reason Samantha was here in this cell with Oliver. Oliver her eyes widened. He was in trouble because she thought her best friend was dead. That was it!!? She scrunched up her face furious.
 
August 11th? Bell tried to acsses the part of her brean that store time and dates but it was nonexistent. She scrunched her face and said "what is Augest 11th?" Then she shook her head "Mourning means nothing when it comes from the murders. So what are months. I spent and eturinity waiting for you, clinging to to hope you where still coming. I only stoped when I was finaly saved. The organization saved me after you had already forgotten about me. Thay and the organization both wanted you, the orginization put me in charge of you, made me your handler. Thay intrusyed you to me because that thought you wold respond best, that are being merciful to you, and you are so ungrateful. " she finished, shaking her head again disappointedly.
 
Sam looked to her in disbelieve.
“I-... that’s when -“

“That’s when we met..” Oliver said breaking into the conversation. “That was the great fallfeastival... all the servants and farmers and such go there tocelebrate all the hard work that season..”

“that was also the day we switched places, where I dawned your clothes to sneak away from my parents for a moment.. and you helped me.. I.. “ she bit her lip keeping tears in.”thats when I lost you and couldn’t find you. That’s when I figured you had been taken and started looking foryou....”
 
Bell sat down cross lagged on the flore with her legs tucked under her then said "I remember everything and nothing, it is all past if a past somthing I can see but not touch and I have lost my concept of time, the worlds Augwst 11th are just that, words." She shook her head sadly "you lost a friend that day, but she lost everything. I and her are sepret, two people on the same body, I remember everything all the memories but she doesn't she can't there is to much pain. She wants you to to complys for your sake and she is geting you to the only way she knows how, the only way she knows... ornges and lemmons... Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement's."
 
Samantha stood up shakily and away from the so called bell. She was not her friend she lost so long ago. She had no idea how this came to be but she didn’t want to know.
“if she does, she knows me... she knows that’s impossible to ask.” Samantha flared at her.
 
Bell shook her head sadly and says "yes and no, I know you, us" she lifted her hand and gestured between them. "She knows you but its sepret on old life, she hats you for what you did to us. Or she wold if she felt emotion, enter if us feel much any more..." Bell tailed off befoer saying slightly quieter and like a mantra "pain is weakness and weakness is not tolerated" then she shook her head a little and said "she, the girl you met yesterday, who brought you in. She isnt your former only your handler. But me, I think I am" she tried to smile but failed and shuck with the Neutral face.
 
Samantha stood there and looked down to her growing confused at how bell talked to her. It was like they split personality. She watched as her friend once friend murmured to herself and shuffled around.

Samantha matched her nuetral fave, neither smiling or frowning, showing no emotion to her, hiding what she was truly feeling.
 
"You still need to eat" bell said "today is your day to get adjusted, the real stuff starts tomarrow. She will be back soon, it is rare I surface this much, it is almost alwase her." Bell whent quet again and she moved to sit against the wall next to Samantha's cell facing Oliver. She sat still again and the nursery times in her head began to fade away onto silence, the silence Bell was used to. She began to just sit and listen again to the two prosennera observing then with her eyes closed and her head against the wall.
 
Oliver looked to her and sighed before looking back to Sage.
“Listen, I know you don’t want to but you have to eat.” He gazed her down.

Samantha looked to her food from that day. She knew he was right. She had refused the food from yesterday, had it been yesterday or only that morning. She shook her head trying to clear it.

“sage you know it’s for the best, your stomach is already growling for it. Just eat up a little.”Whichearned a sigh. Samantha sat down. “As you wish.” And slowly started to eat some of the food before her.
 
Bell sat motionless listening to the two lovers talk. At one point a soldier comes for her and she follows him. She is taken to meeting which she sits in on. She agrees to start working on samanth the next morning. And arranges for gards to be on hand for her and for a smaller traning room to be ready for there use. By the time the meeting is over she goes state to the kitchen to get trays of food, two of them and bring them to her prisoner's. She drops off the trays before returning to her spot on the floor.
 
Samantha eyes the food warily and slowly are the food she had in her hands.

Oliver was rather quick as he ate. He didn’t mind it, he was starving. This was more food in a sitting than he usually got.

Sam are rather occupied. Her mind thinking of what might happen tomorrow.
 
The next morning Bell got up, did her daily work out and training then changed her clothes, she put back on her cloak but left the hood down before getting 4 soldiers and having them fallow her to the Hall her prisoners where in. She took with her a cloth and had one of the soldiers carrying manacles. When she got to Samantha's cell she enterd alone to wake the girl if nesieasy.
Bell stood in front of Sam and said we are going to a traning room so you can show off your skills. Ether way you will be blindfolded but your can choose wether to be escorted by the Soldiers or Dragged by them. Oh and to make things simple for now. Every order you do not fallow is 10 lashes to your lover and every time do do not give your full effort or are disrespectful is a dose of Pain serum for him."
 
Samantha watched as she walked into her cell. She was up and she had been thinking how to best get out of this situation.
She was about to give a smart alic comment when she spoke about Oliver in such a way. She grumbled to herself but only pushed herself off the bed.
Oliver had been peacefullyasleep the whole time. She didn’t want himto receive lashes nor that liquid.
Samantha bit back her words trying to not be as disrespectful to cause it.
 
Bell moved silently and went to tie the blindfold around her eyes then asked "Are you going to be escorted or dragged?" She said stalingrad back and opening the cell door.
When they got to the traning room the gards stationed themselves at all exits and then Bell said "Take off the Blindfold and start start running, do a mile to warm up. 9 laps" Bell stood watching and giving orders from the middle of the room, high up on one of the walls was an entry viewing box. The room was the size of a foot ball field and full of different equipment from bars to mats.
 
“Escorted.” Samantha mumbled out to her and couldn’t help but look all around her as soon as she took off the blind fold.
Her eyes widened as she looked to all the different mats and bars and equipment. She had never seen a room so big before like this.
 
Bell heald a clipboard like contraption with paper on it and she made a single line in the left corner befer saying the single word "Run" Samantha had already earned her lover ten lashes and the day had barely begun. Slowly in the observing box men began showing up in ones and twos all looking important.
 
Samantha growled under her breath but began to do so. She started at a jogging pace and then worked up to a run. She ran around the track. She counted the laps in her head and slowed down partienly. It was on the ninety when she squinted her eyes and pushed to pass the lap line to complete all nine. She painted and looked around as she caught her breath.
 
Bell made no expression at all but meary wrote on the paper and looked up at the box whose occupants nodded at her, before turning to Samantha and saying "You have Acses to all of the equipment in this room, demonstrate your skills, all of them. If you need somthing inorder to do so ask" this was to see how practically useful Samantha was so thay could hone her skills for there benefit, all of the men in the box where leaders of the organization. What Samantha wasnt being told was that this was the make or break moment where thay desided if she was worth investing in.
 
Samantha glared at her unsure about all they were doing. She didn’t like it one bit.
“well you have some one to dance with?” She smirked. “Dancing is one of my skills.” She chuckled and caught her breath. She slowed her breathing down and tried to consintrate. If only she had a key, or something. She could easily grab one but she didn’t know where to findit.
 
Bell didn't respond verbally she mearly snapped her fingers pointed at one of the gards than at the ground infront of Alicia. The gard Hurd forward and stood infront of Samantha. "Began" said Bell and she wrote more on her paper, than glanced up at the box where sh reseved more nodding and a few head shakes.
 
“Kinda hard to when there is no music but.” She shrugged and laughed softly. Her eyes glanced to the guard. “I didn’t know you guys could dance.” She tried making conversation.
 

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