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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

(Yes! It did it a few times. It was weird lol.)

Samantha frowned as she slowly ate her potato. His words made sense. She furrowed her brow, thinking. He was right about her words. She should’ve been slapped or even worse, her brother and Oliver tortured. She didn’t know what would happen if she pretended. What would happen, nothing worse than already right? She figured. How much could she get away with, and how much did he like her. Maybe when she should start some rumors and I’m playing things.

Oliver raised a brow but only nodded. “Okay.” He took another bite of his apple and enjoyed the crispness of it.
 
The next morning Bell brings the breakfasts then sits infort of Oliver and grabs an extra hunk of bread off his plate and eats it. Then she gives him a quick smile and rises not bothering to lock it behind her. She goes and adresses Sam and Daved. You are running 9 laps today then do Archery then both of you are going to the interrogation room and David is going to the dance studio.
David was woken by the trays, he ate his foods and when AnnaBell was done speaking he said "I need clarification so I don't disobay an order" Bell nodded at him "Yesterday, the instructor corrected my posture for swing but his correction was incorrect" Bell nodded again and said "Do the dance properly" she said then walked off and James followed by other gards took her place and escorted them blindfold.
In the exercise room David ran then did his archery. He all but split the arrows. Then he was taken to the Dance studio and did everything he was told.

When it was time James took Samantha to the interrogation room and he sat behind the desk, it was obvious she was to interrogat him again.

Bell retuned to Oliver's cell and said once that are alone. "No one else ever cares what I do along as I fallow orders and am efficient"
 
Samantha woke up before the trays were delivered. She was there as Bell came by to place their food down.
She stared at her and ate her food silently. It made her happy to know her brother was in the right. She kept to herself and are quickly.

When theyentered the training ground, Samantha sprinted. It felt nice now. She had been eating better, her depression had lessened now that she actually had some human touch, from people she cared about. She almost thrived.
Samantha raced and beet a personal record. She was not so great in archery though. Compared to her brother at least. He was excellent. She had managed to get most to the second ring in the middle, hitting red but only some times the center and never splitting.

Samantha followed blindly to the integration room. She hasn’t t been expecting this. She froze unsure what to do exactly how to play her cards. She sat down and looked to her paper trying to see what information they wanted from hI’m.


“You must be the top dog then.” He commented. He was stillfinishing up his water with herbs. He sighed enjoying the warm tea like water.
“is every one just afraid to say anything?
 
James say in the chair waiting for Samantha to start the interrogation, he was soposed to be easyer on her this time, be responsive without answering.

Bell gave a small lagh then said "I answer only to the top dogs, but your right, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm terrifying, I'm cold, heartless, emotionless and I follow orders without question expecting the same. I am feared and I don't care"
 
Samantha glances at him, she shifted awkwardly as he stared at her. She didn’t know if it was just like last time or if he really did like her. She gulped and thought for a moment. She handed him a piece of paper.
“You told me to not hesitate with the others, I will not do the same for you. I will not hesitate, so I suggest you write. Do I make myself clear?” She growled out and slipped him a paper with a pen on it.

“Highly doubt that.” Oliver smirked as he spoke and sipped. “I doubt you’re emotionless.. I think you’ve just learned to put up that front.
 
'Very well butifule' james wrote while looking at her and into her gorgeous eyes. He liked her, wanted her to be his.

Bell shook her head and said "I wish that where true, I'd like to know what it is I feal for you" then she stood and pointed to next to him and said " May I? Perhaps you can teach me to feel again"
 
Samantha bit the inside of her cheek as a blush appeared on her face while she read his words. She tried focusing, tried to imagine like it was that one flirt of a guard who she killed.
He was just doing an act, that was all it ever was.
“You spelt Beautiful wrong.” She glared at him trying to play hard to get, trying to put up defenses and critising usually worked for her.
“How long have you been here, how long do you hope to stay?” She raised her eyebrow giving easy number questions first.

Oliver looked down where she pointed. “I- yes you may sit. You know, I’m sure. You were just laughing a second. That’s joy that’s happiness.” He explained.
 
'Do you know how hard it is to have to spell everything you want to say? And as for geting to stay, you make the time more then bearable' he was being honest with her.

"It feels nice" then she said "I'd like to try something, you dont have to but, can you tuch me? I want to see if it..." she shook her head and said "Never mind" looking at the floor.
 
Samantha blinked back at his answer. She read it quietly in her mind placing a voice to go along with it.
“How long have you been here?” She asked him though she wanted to know other things about him. Like why and about his tongue.

Oliver watched her a bit stunned. She wanted him to touch her? To see what? To see if she could feel, few something? He reached his hand out while she was looking away and brushed her hair back behind her ear. Showing more of her face, his fingers lingered for a moment before he brought them down.”It’s oaky.”He spoke softly to her.
 
'What year is it?' Was James' response to Samantha, he didn't know how long he was there. He looked at her and Shrugged shaking his head.

Bell didn't flinch away she turnd to look at him and there where tears in her eyes. "I don't like being touched, it feels...it...I don't know how to describe the sensation it creates, its a but like when you flinched when Samantha touched you but more extem with every body. But you... and it felt warm, like singing I don't quite remember, like blankets with fur and fire in a fireplace." Then the tears broke and she touched her face "Am I..?, no its impossible" she shook her head.
 
“73...” she spoke the end of the year and gazed at him. It was fall so she doubted that it changed while she was in here. Or maybe it did. She frowned. How long had she been gone? Her brother said weeks but it felt like months. She glanced up at him with her head down, her bright blue eyes studding him.
“why are you here Jason? I don’t understand why you came here...”
she started asking more personal questions, getting to know him, finding more about him.

Oliver looked to her conserned. He placed his hands on her face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears. “It’s okay, Bell there is no need to cry. You’re alright. Don’t worry about that stuff, please.” He gazed at her a bit lost in her eyes.
 
'Its a good job, not a lot of work of mute people, I take orders well and I don't regret it becase now I'm partaly in charge of you.' He wrote for her.

Bell froze again just as she was; looking at Oliver the remnants of tears he had wiped drying on her cheeks. She was terrified in the moment, she had been crying she hadn't cried since the torture began, and he was letting Oliver tuch her, was sitting next to him. This could ruin her of anyone's found out or worsening put Oliver in danger.
 
“So you were mute before you received this job, the.. guard solder job?” She questioned unsure exactly what to call his job here, she tilted her head slightly and looked to his face as he began to write once more.

Oliver finished wiping her eyes. “I know you must be overly sensitive to touch.. I’m sorry.” He murmured and pulled his hands back. “Listen I know emotions can be a lot to take in... you might just need some time with it.” He spoke obliviously.
 
James nonded at her, he was born without his tung so he had never spoken. He winders what Samantha felt about his being mute, he couldn't just ask though.

Bell stayed frozen, this was a defence mechanism, just freezing and leting what happened hapen. It was similar to dissociation. She knew it made her vulnerable but at the same time it felt safe she could not to anything, not make any decisions and just let whatever happens hapen to her.
 
Samantha gazed at him curios. “And how’d you become mute?” She was more than curios. Her eyes gazed at him and flickered to his lips, his mouth where no tongue seemed to be held.

Oliver looked to the girl consented. “Bell?” He frowned, his eyebrows crinkling together.
“Are you still with me here?” He waved his hand.
 
'I was born without a tung' james told her the truth. It wasn't a secret but no one had ever asked before.

Bell blinked but that was it she didn't speak, didn't respond, her eyes weren't even focusing.
 
Samantha looked up from the paper in awe.
“you were born... with out a tongue?” She didn’t even know if that was possible.

Oliver frowned when she didn’t reply. He leaned towards her and raised her head, moving s she could look at him. “Bell?” He questioned.
 
James just nodded and then opend his mouth all the way to show her. He wished he knew what she was thinking. Was she repulsed?

Bell was like clay, she moved easily when he moved her but gave no response. Just blinked again. She was numb, but not the same numb she usually felt. Her eyes where still watery.
 
Now that he wasn’t just opening it with out warning, she didn’t jump back in shock. She actually sat there, curious. Her eyes gazed in his mouth as she clearly didn’t see. She nodded her head slowly curious as to if he ate, or how he did other things most people would use a tongue for.

Oliver gazed at her a bit panicked. Did he break her? That was his only thought when he moved her head.”Bell?!” He spoke worried and tried moving her a few different ways.
 
James just say there he anticipated questions bit he didn't answer any.
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Bell sat motionless then when Oliver raised his voce slowly she moved her hands up to protect her head, he pressed her forarms to her ears and locked her fingers behind her neck protecting it and her elbows pointed towards each other in front protecting her face a bit. She was trying to protect herself, and this moment made it obvious.
 
“So... can you make any sounds? Or no?” She asked finally gaining her bearings and placing her other questions to the side. She didn’t want to over load him with questions.

Oliver retracted his hands from her. He stood up seeing how she was shielding herself and putting her body in a lock down mode type of thing. He bit his lip and placed his blanket around her, unsure how long it would last. He moved far away trying to give her some space.
 
James gave her a look, was that really the question she asked? He made huffing sounds from his throat, that was it though.

When bell felt the blanket she instantly relaxed and unfroz. Then she pulled it around herself and curled up. She looked like the scared girl we was all those years as she slowly lost herself. It took her a few minutes to settle enough to look around and she found Oliver and just looked at him then said "I'm sorry" and she closed her eyes not uncurling. She knew she needed to get up, needed move befoer somone saw her, and Oliver needed to be taken to the exercise room.
 
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“What?!” She asked idling her hands up defensively. “I’m sorry that was my question. Don’t judge.” She could tell by his face that he was. It was curioser how those were the only sounds. He was a cookie cut for this job.
“So does any one else in your family suffer from the same thing.” She tried moving it to family, move it to a different topic.

Oliver didnt move, didn’t make a sound as he let her do what she was doing. He sighed looking and realizing finally how she was just a scared girl, in a world so cruel. His eyes looked out to the hall. It was fine. No one else was any where near. He allowed some quiet time for her.
 
James shrugged, he didn't know his family. No one wants a deformed child. He kept his face emotionless.

Bell sat curled up for she didn't know how long. She didn't remember how long she was gone for, for how many years, didn't remember for how long she had faced the torture and abuse. She was scared she wold be discarded by the organization. Finally she spoke "You need exercise"
 
Samantha eyes him as he just shrugged. “Who is in tour family?” She asked him and looked to the paper awaiting for his answer.

“And you need sleep or so it looks like.” He spoke to her, not looking back to her. He kept his eyes on the hall before him. Oliver himself remained quiet and stoic.
 

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