Bell nodded her head and whent to grab a tray of food for Oliver and puting cake on it then some extra fruit, he was two skinny, then she grabed socks and a fur lined blanket. She brought the things to him and refilled his water then sat on her spot. She waited patiently for Samantha to wake.
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Oliver looked to the extra things pleasantly surprised. He bit into his fruit, a juicey apple and quietly ate his meal. He had pulled those socks on, enjoying the warmth and wrapped himself up in the blanket.
Samantha laid there. It was clear she was not going to get up any time soon. Her breathing shook slightly as she curled into a tight ball.
Samantha laid there. It was clear she was not going to get up any time soon. Her breathing shook slightly as she curled into a tight ball.
Bell sat for a while then she started to sing her nursery rhymes...
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
You owe me three farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead
Over and over, softly like she was trying to give comfort. She was remembering singing them to herself for comfort and ironically to stay sane.
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
You owe me three farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead
Over and over, softly like she was trying to give comfort. She was remembering singing them to herself for comfort and ironically to stay sane.
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Oliver’s head turned, a bit shocked and disturbed by her singing. He kept quiet even when he heard her stering.
Samantha groaned as she started to wake up. She was treated by the soft dongs of Annabell. San groaned and sat up.
Samantha groaned as she started to wake up. She was treated by the soft dongs of Annabell. San groaned and sat up.
Bell continued her song until Samantha stat up then she stopped abruptly. "You earned reward, you did well yesterday, even better than expected. Oliver has been given comfort items, and you may chose one thing. Do so wisely." She said in a monotone. She did wonder what sam wold pick. She wold not be given freedom, or the ability to tuch Oliver. Bell knew what appealed to Oliver, what he wild want and benefit from. She had not been in Sam's shoes by design.
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Samantha was taken back as she was asked what she wanted. Her eyes trailed back over to Oliver, his back facing her. She looked to him longingly and closed her eyes before she could back any noise. She mulled on what she wanted. What could she use to help her escape. She hadn’t the faintest. It was cold there, she would shiver from time to time. She wasn’t really able to eat but she noticed and was happy that Oliver could eat just fine. She wanted to make sure he was okay.
“one thing?” She asked bell, more of a rhetorical question, thinking to herself.
She held her arms close to herself.
“A book.” She stated, pausing for a second. “The Bible, can you give one to Oliver?” She asked quietly.
Oliver pauses in his eating as he listened to her request. It caught him off guard. Every night at his house his family would gather and they would read together. His father normally and they would listen. He remembered reading it many times to Sage, laying in the barn. He hadn’t read anything else before, but there were thousands of stories in there and peace and comfort.
Oliver narrowed his eyes and scrunched his face.
“one thing?” She asked bell, more of a rhetorical question, thinking to herself.
She held her arms close to herself.
“A book.” She stated, pausing for a second. “The Bible, can you give one to Oliver?” She asked quietly.
Oliver pauses in his eating as he listened to her request. It caught him off guard. Every night at his house his family would gather and they would read together. His father normally and they would listen. He remembered reading it many times to Sage, laying in the barn. He hadn’t read anything else before, but there were thousands of stories in there and peace and comfort.
Oliver narrowed his eyes and scrunched his face.
Bell's only response was "I'll consider it" it was as much of a lie as she could tell. The truth was she wold have to ask permission to give such an object, it wasnt somthing they had on hand. She had hers in her room and she knew a few of the soldiers did as well, but thay where not somthing requisitioned. Somone wold have to go out and buy one just for him. That made it a big request, then again Sam had preformed so well yesterday.
Bell stood and stared by spreading word to see if anyone had an extra. She didn't return to the hall that night and she slept in her room. In the morning there was a bible wrapped in a blanket sitting on the floor outside her door. She set it on her bed and whent to exercise then she came an changed. When she brought the breakfast to her Hallway Oliver's tray had some fruit, a hunk of bread, an egg, a packet of herbs for his immune system, and the Bible. Sam's tray had the bred and two eggs.
After sam had eaten she was brought to the training room and made to run and do an obstacle course. Then she was brought to the interrogation room and told to sit on the other side of the table. Today Sam was the one being interrogated.
Bell stood and stared by spreading word to see if anyone had an extra. She didn't return to the hall that night and she slept in her room. In the morning there was a bible wrapped in a blanket sitting on the floor outside her door. She set it on her bed and whent to exercise then she came an changed. When she brought the breakfast to her Hallway Oliver's tray had some fruit, a hunk of bread, an egg, a packet of herbs for his immune system, and the Bible. Sam's tray had the bred and two eggs.
After sam had eaten she was brought to the training room and made to run and do an obstacle course. Then she was brought to the interrogation room and told to sit on the other side of the table. Today Sam was the one being interrogated.
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Sam sighed and hung her head when Bell left with those words. She had made her way to her bed and laid there, that whole night in silent tears. The next morning, she was surprised to see his plate. She smiled softly seeing the book knowing he would like it.
Oliver was still asleep when Bell came in. He was sleeping soundly while Samantha ate and was guided to the training grounds. In a sense it became easier as time went on. And at the same time harder. She was lacking more energy. Things came smoothly and she pushed herself but her food intake was decreasing.
Samantha was panting and sweating as she sat there. She leaned into the chair and closed her eyes as she waited. They told her to sit and wait. She hadn’t a clue what was happening but figured that she was going to be receiving questions. She figured she wasn’t allowed to give any information either.
Oliver was still asleep when Bell came in. He was sleeping soundly while Samantha ate and was guided to the training grounds. In a sense it became easier as time went on. And at the same time harder. She was lacking more energy. Things came smoothly and she pushed herself but her food intake was decreasing.
Samantha was panting and sweating as she sat there. She leaned into the chair and closed her eyes as she waited. They told her to sit and wait. She hadn’t a clue what was happening but figured that she was going to be receiving questions. She figured she wasn’t allowed to give any information either.
When Bell entered the interigation room carrying a tray with water and she had arm gards. She had two knives in each and five in each boot. After the door closed Bell said "until that door opens for you to go back to your cell all rules are suspended with the execution of it you attempt to escape there will be punishment" then she set down the tray and sat herself, Cris-Cross-applesauce, then said "Name"
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Samantha raised her brow intrigued by her words. Besides the obvious one, there were no rules. No punishment for Oliver. She sighed and leaned into her chair. She didn’t speak. She didn’t say her name to her. She just observed her eyeing the water and the knifes. She looked down to them curious but kept her hands down and away.
Bell poured a glass of water then slid it to Samantha. Then she sat back and stared at Sam. "Name" she said agan and she started writhing on some paper thanking notes. She tool them in Russion so that could not me read, she wrote the physical details of Sam, her aproxemit age, and height, her eye and hair color and complexion.
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Samantha watched as she slid the water to her. What could she possibly have put in there. She wasn’t sure and didn’t want to try it, though she was thirsty. She was dehydrated that was for sure. She didn’t have any for breakfast and barely a drop during training.
Her eyes eyed it, taking it’s cool refreshing form in. She tore her gaze away and looked to Bell again. She furrowed her brows. Should she speak, lie, get all her sarcastic comments out while she can. She had a bunch waiting that shewould just love to throw at her, or even a simple spot to her shoes. She thought to herself and nodded slightly agreeing with her ideas. That wouldn’t be so bad.
Her eyes eyed it, taking it’s cool refreshing form in. She tore her gaze away and looked to Bell again. She furrowed her brows. Should she speak, lie, get all her sarcastic comments out while she can. She had a bunch waiting that shewould just love to throw at her, or even a simple spot to her shoes. She thought to herself and nodded slightly agreeing with her ideas. That wouldn’t be so bad.
Bell finished her notes, took the cup, downd it herself, then refilled it with water from the pitcher. After she sat at waited, then took one more note befoer just staring at Samantha. The water was just water, it was to rehydrate her but mostly to trick her into giving away her dominant hand.
Bell waited, eventually one of them wold speak and it would not me her, bell had practice not speak she preferred it. Sam wasnt broken, there was only so long until the urge to fill the silence became to much.
Bell waited, eventually one of them wold speak and it would not me her, bell had practice not speak she preferred it. Sam wasnt broken, there was only so long until the urge to fill the silence became to much.
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Samantha gazed as the water called out to her. She gulped and watched thankful when bell showed her that it was okay to drink.
After a moment of hesitation, her right hand shakily went forward to grab the water. She downed it slowly savoring the wetness and the hydration.
Sam held the cup close to herself asBell continued to watch her in silence. It unnerved her. It made her shift slightly in her seat as she gazed at her while writing something. Sam looked over to the paper and found she couldn’t read the letters.
After a moment of hesitation, her right hand shakily went forward to grab the water. She downed it slowly savoring the wetness and the hydration.
Sam held the cup close to herself asBell continued to watch her in silence. It unnerved her. It made her shift slightly in her seat as she gazed at her while writing something. Sam looked over to the paper and found she couldn’t read the letters.
'Likely left handed' Bell wrote in Russian. Then she just sat and waited, she could see the silence geting to Samantha so she stayed silent. After a few more minutes she pulled a knife from her boot and began spinning it between her fingers, slow and precise, the goal was to unnerve Samantha. She had scene the stony side of AnnaBell bit not the dangerous one.
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Samantha tore her gaze from the papers. She was trying to figure it out. She was trying to decifer it when her eyes caught a flash of silver.
Samantha let go of the cup a while ago and placed her hands down to her side, hiding how she gripped her own dress. A million and a few comebacks and remarks came into mind as she saw it. She opened her mouth slightly to close it. She furrowed her brow and kept her words in her mind for a moment.
Samantha let go of the cup a while ago and placed her hands down to her side, hiding how she gripped her own dress. A million and a few comebacks and remarks came into mind as she saw it. She opened her mouth slightly to close it. She furrowed her brow and kept her words in her mind for a moment.
Bell sat there, staring at Samantha and twirling her Knife in her fingers. She knew her tactic was working, she watched as Samantha grabed at her dress. She noted how she was still on the old dress, the one she had been captured in, not the one she had been given as a reward. Bell switched to twirling the knife in one hand wjokenshe wrote, 'easily intimidated, poor at hiding it's on her paper which she layed flat on the table than she looked right into Samantha's eyes and whent back to playing with the knife with both hands
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Unknown to her parts of that were her nerves and most was her attempt to not bark and spit at her. She glared at her and met her eyes. She let out a bite of words at her capture and investigator.
“Du verlierst dich wieder in meinen Augen. Wusste nicht, dass es dir so gut gefallen hat.” She spat out in German. Not saying anything else to her, never speaking in English or any other language.
“Du verlierst dich wieder in meinen Augen. Wusste nicht, dass es dir so gut gefallen hat.” She spat out in German. Not saying anything else to her, never speaking in English or any other language.
'Knows German' 'Possibly likes girls, and or is a flurt?' Bell wrote then said in German "Wir haben die gleichen Augen, kalt und herzlos. Wir sind beide unsere Augen sind leer." Then finished in her head 'dennoch kümmern wir uns beide um denselben Mann'. Then she stoped paying with the knife and mearly brandished it "Jetzt werde ich dich ein letztes Mal fragen. Wie heißen Sie?"
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Samantha glared at her, receiving back some of that fire she had lost a few days ago. Either that or she was on the fine line of breaking.
“Du weißt es. Hör auf zu fälschen.” Samantha hissed at Bell.
Her eyes glared with a hatred. It was because of her she was here. It was because of her Oliver was fading, she ruined all she had. All she ever cared about. She took away her happiness. To help would she give her anything.
“ Beiß mich!” she spat out, her hands still holding tightly to her dress.
“Du weißt es. Hör auf zu fälschen.” Samantha hissed at Bell.
Her eyes glared with a hatred. It was because of her she was here. It was because of her Oliver was fading, she ruined all she had. All she ever cared about. She took away her happiness. To help would she give her anything.
“ Beiß mich!” she spat out, her hands still holding tightly to her dress.
"wie du willst" then she threw the knife so it bit into Samantha's side hitting her rib bone below her waist then she pulled the blade back out. "Name now" she said in a cold order hodong the bloody knife. Had she made feelings she wold have been smug at the fact Samantha's dress was now ruined.
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Samantha gasped out in pain as the knife lodged itself into her side, she went to pull it out after her shock but Bell had got to it before she could touch it.
Samantha quickly placed her hand to the wound and applied pressure. It hurt, it stung but it wasn’t enough to make her spill. She gritted her teeth in pain and didn’t speak.
Samantha quickly placed her hand to the wound and applied pressure. It hurt, it stung but it wasn’t enough to make her spill. She gritted her teeth in pain and didn’t speak.
Bell held the knife with Sam's blood and was ready to strike again. But instead she reached with her other hand and grabed Sam's jaw befoer pressing the bloody tip of the knife to Sam's lips and said again "What is your name?" She knew a father threat wold do no good and she wouldn't realy mame the girl but a threat to mame her wild likely have success.
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Samantha stopped her growling and held still as her jaw was gripped roughly by her. Her eyes glanced down to her own blood. Her eyes flickered up to Bells. She glared at her. But uncertainty entered her eyes. Would this be how she died? Alone, in a room with some one who she failed to find and found her only with hate. Her brothers were probably worried, her mom for sure. They would never know, they would be left with out a clue. She clenched her jaw as she held her.
Bell pressed the knife into her lip then she relesed the pressure and slipped the knife in betwen them and used it to pry her jaw open befoer adjusting her grip to hold her mouth open slightly. Then she rested the bloody knife on her tung pressing enough to draw a bit of blood. "Last Chance to tell me your name"
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