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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

Samantha glared at him and lifted his jaw up by her hand, making him stare right at her. She needed to get some answers. She wasn’t sure what but she was afraid what would happen with Oliver, she needed to get out of here as well as quick as possible.
She gazed at his eyes unsure about what she could do. They hadn’t told her and she was debating wavering considering they didn’t.

“A pillow would be nice.” He muttered thinking to himself allowed. He hummed and closed his eyes leaning against the wall.”a pillow...” he smiled softly and sighed.
 
The soldier didn't fight, he looked right at her then cocked an eyebrow. He didn't know eather why thay where here, only that he wasnt to give her information. What he didn't know was this was a test to see what information she could gather without being giving answers.
Bell said "I'll get you a pillow, is there anything else? I dont need to know now just dont tell me when other people are near." She wanted to spare him as much as she could
 
Samantha smiles looking at him. He was trained that’s for sure. He would not give any answers to her if she didn’t force it out. Could she even do that? She wondered and found her hand shaking before she pulled away. She couldn’t why would she even think that?! She was shocked at her reaction and held her hand behind her.
“You should really not wear dog collar tags.” She chuckled and walked, her back showing to him.

Oliver smiles softly though it’s was fake and plastered on. “Thanks.” He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. “Water too...”
 
The soldier blinked, was that bad? He had not been told to take them off. He managed his jaw after she let go and whent back to staying at the wall infront of him.

Bell stood left the cell before coming back with a pitcher and a cup both full of water. She handed him the cup then set the pitcher down next to the bed before sitting back in her spot sholder against the bars. "Dont wast your energy on faking emotion, its pointless." She said with her eyes closed, her head was facing forward towards the wall insted to twords him.
 
“It’s the least humane thing to do, after all of this.” Oliver murmured to her. He quickly took the glass unable to control himself. He gulped down the water greedily, and the next cup he drank slower, savoring the taste.

Sam didn’t look to him. She kept her eyes on the wall. “Rusio, quite an interesting last name.. I’ve only heard that from the northern parts of Italy.” She turned to look to him. “Though your first name not so much, which causes me to believe you were born here, while your parents not so much.” She glared and stalked towards him.
 
Bell didn't move, "I've forgotten what emotions where like, and I never bothered faking them then agan I was trained to me emotionless. My urge to protect you is the first thing I've felt in a long time."

The fought hard to fall back on his training and not respond. He just stated at the wall and blinked sslowly.He desided to try a new tactic, to ignore her.
 
Oliver glanced over to her curios on why him. He furrowed his brow and looked to the cup.
“Why’s that?” He asked her.

Samantha eyed him as he struggled. She smirked. It was working. She just needed to continue to push him.
“James?” She tilted her head and walked toward him she leaned onto the desk facing him.
“Are you afraid now?” She laughed softly like some one would at a friendly joke.
 
"Your innocent" she said then turnd her head in his direction without opening her eyes "We where both taken, both becas of Samantha, and both submitted to torture becase of her and her choices. For some reason that breaks through what I have become. Maybe also becase I know your being here is on my head, that I am submitting someone to the same thing I whent through. I don't know" she shook her dear at the last sentence.
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The soldier, James didn't react. He wanted to, so badly bit his training was mercifully winning. The truth was he was scared, but not of this girl, he was scared of AnnaBell.
 
Samantha eyed James and touched his cheek from behind. “So James... why won’t you talk? Not even a smart alec remark? That’s oddly surprising. All the others before you have..” she let her hand move and rest on his shoulder.

Oliver eyes her curios and thought to himself “I just want to go home.” He mutteeed. “See little Emily, help her get on willow.” He chuckled at the thought of the little cow she always rode as a horse.
 
James still didn't reply, he was curious though, where there others? Had they talked? It don't mater, AnnaBella knew he was mute, so he obviously wasn't soposed to be responding atlest verbally. He just sat statung at the wall and clearly falling at his attempt to ignore her.

"Keep your memories, they will fuel you, but you must accept the fact you are never going home. That that isnt your life anymore. That everyone and everything you knew will move on without you, it's hard but the sooner you exept the easyer it becomes" she wished she knew how to comfort him but all she had where the lessons she had learned the hard way.
 
Samantha let her hand slip down to his own. She could see that she was getting to him. She squeezed it roughly and gazed at how worn down his hands were. Her brow furrows. Yes ones hands would be like that but only if they used it exehensly like Oliver’s as a farm boy, but this Rusio obviously wasn’t a farmer based on his build. She frowned and looked quickly to the pen and paper. She released her hand. And marched the the paper, grabbing it and forcing it in his hands.
“Write.” She commanded.

Oliver wanted to scoff, “won’t that bring back worse pain.” He muttered and shut his eyes quickly. He held in his emotions and sighed.
 
The soldier did not move, he was literate but that wold reveal information about himself and he didn't think that was aloud. Then again, she should alredy know he could write, Annabell had told him infront of her that he was to write a full report. He desides to remain motionless.

"Perhaps" bell said then she turnd her had back to face the wall and was still once more. She didn't have a lot on her mind she just sat and listend to everything and nothing. She had no obligations at the moment.
 
Oliver sighed conflicted. He kept himself close to his knees. He shoved his face in for the first time in a while, wanting to cry. A few tears slipped out.

“I said write,” she growled out and shoved the pen on his hands.
“I know you can write, so do it now. I want a simple letter. Y or n. Answer the question, are you mute. Or I will make sure you can never communicate again.” She threatened him.
 
Bell did not move she stayed as she was. She didn't know what to do so she did nothing. She couldn't remember of she cried, she must have though. "It gets easyer the more you numb to it" she said softly.

James did not move, he remaind staring at the wall. He didn't know if she wold fallowd through but he was certain in his mind that it wold be nothing compared to what AnnaBell wold do if he disobeyed a defect order form her. She had her own torture room for crying out loud! There was no way he was going to intentionally give any information away.
 
Oliver gritted his teeth, he held back a comment that knew would get him in trouble. He clenched his fists and hurried his head further. He couldn’t dare look at her. He sighed and opened them slowly, it was hard but he wanted to keep that hope. He barely lost it not too long ago. He knew once he lost it, nothing would mater...”would that be so bad..” he muttered aloud.

Samantha tugged his hand to her and held tightly to his fingers. She looked to his eyes and sighed before shoving his hand away from. She couldn’t. She wasn’t sure if she could with their rules or her own rules of humanity. She didn’t want anything worse to happen to Oliver and besides this was only to gain a reward right?..

Samantha sighed, rubbing her forehead and sat down. She was thinking for a moment.
 
Bell did not respond to him this time. She mearly sat with her eyes closed in silence facing the wall.

In the interrogation room James did not move either, he two sat in silence facing the wall but his eyes where open and his mind was full.
 
Oliver took another sip of that water in his cup. He savored it and held it close as he sat there.

Samantha breathes hard for a moment, allowing her mouth to do the breathing. She sighed before moving and speaking. Her eyes moving around for any witnesses. She sat down in the chair before him. She doubt he could speak. He hand made any other sounds, of pain, discomfort, Or even a visual sigh. But his eyes clearly read it.
“James.” Her eyes went to him. “Do you know why I am here?” She asked sincerely with a plead.
 
James didn't move at all, he was not told why she was here, he didn't need to know why. He did know she was important and that AnnaBell was her handler. James did not envy her. Everyone was scarred of her, she was terrifying. She was emotionless, heartless, obeyed orders without question or hesitation. This girl must have done something realy bad or be realy important to have been assigned to Annabell.
 
Samantha searched his eyes in hope and likely vain.
“Please!” She pleased once more, searching for anything.
She scoffed in the silence and covered her eyes.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” She whimpered and sniffled. She was a pretty great actor. Especially with tears, so she acted as she held her face and shook shoulders slightly.
“Who am I trying to fool.” She raised her head and looked away, rubbing her now red eyes.
 
James didn't look at her but he did pull out a handkerchief and handed it to her before retineinf to his stiff posture. She realy must underwsyamet Annabell.

Bell got up and took Oliver's pitcher befoer going and filling it with more water and she grabed another pouch of the herbs, this time to relse some estragon and also some melanin, (the chemical that makes you feel good after exercise and the one to make you sleepy). She set down the pitcher and handed him the packet of herbs. Then she sat back down where she was before facing the wall with her eyes closed.
 
Samantha thanked him but noticed how stiff he was. She figured he wasn’t one to break with tears either. She sighed and let it continue for a moment before it seemed reasonably enough time to stop. She slowed it down and sniffles.

Oliver looked up as she had done so. His eyes went to the poutch of herbs, it looked just like the other. He placed it in his water once more and took a sip. It tasted a bit different, a little sweeter but he didn’t complain. Oliver drank more of his water.

After a moment Samantha sighed and gazed up at him. “I think we are done... I mean it’s been more than an hour or so now? Correct?” She didn’t move to stand up. She remained in her seat.
“Before you take me back, can you at least show me to the bathroom.” She commented and pushed herself up.
 
James said nothing, he nearly stood and handed her the blindfold. He and the gards outside the door escorted her back to her cell. Then he whent and began his report.
Bell rose as soon as sam was retuned and exited. She whent and got there diner, even though it was a bit early, and the reports for Samantha. She brought Oliver his tray fisrt with a small packet of herbs for his immune system and then slipped Sam her papers and tray. Then sat in her usual spot.
 
Oliver did not look up as Samantha entered, though he couldn’t help but feel her eyes. He rolled his own and looled his head to the side tired. He stifled a yawn while sitting there.

Samantha followed obedient and when she was placed in Oliver’s old cell she growled under her breath. “Idiot.” She was mad that they didn’t take her to the bathroom. She wanted togain more information that way. She figured he’d do so but did nothing. She at least still had his hencerchief. She kept that tucked away for herself. She knew she’d need that later, for true tears.

Dinner was a heaven send blessing. Oliver looked to it and started to eat it slowly, still kinda tired. He ate quietly and made no complains.
Samantha on the other hand stared down at her plate. She couldn’t eat. Her stomach wouldn’t let her. She was kinda still in shock. Her eyes gazed down at the papers and sighed. She placed her food to the side for later as she worked on the report before her, writing all she could.
 
Bell took the report and reviewed it. She took note that her food was not eaten.
Then next morning Bell did her work out then she grabed food for Sam, and a pillow for Oliver then she grabbed another herb packet for estragon and melanin. She deliverd the food to Samantha then the pillow and herb packet to Oliver. She said quietly, "she earned rewards, the herbs are part of that if anyone asks, do you have any requests?"
 
Oliver shook his head as he gazed at the herbs. The last time he drank it felt great. He felt calm and relaxed. His eyes flickered to the water and thought for a second. “Is there a way to get socks?” It was chilly down there. He was cold and it was even colder in sams old cell. He whispered that knowing Sam was asleep.


Samantha was past out on the side of the cot. In the middle of the night she had woken up and was crying hard. It was the first timeshe really did that. She had held onto that Henckerchief and used it pretty much toits capabilities.
She was a mess and that’s why she waited until all we’re asleep and gone. She waited till Oliver was asleep. She had picked at her food trying to eat as much last night for Oliver so he could eat the next day, but it wa hard and she struggled to eat anything. She had eaten some of it.
That tray was found by the side of her bed, next to the lovely gown folded up nicely, and the chocolate cake slice.
Samantha slept deep in her sleep on that small cot.
 

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