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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

Samantha nodded her head. She expected that answer, but in a strange sense she had hoped that he would’ve denied it. That he would’ve said no. She closed her eyes for a moment trying to not think of the mans life she had killed.”how... how many?” She asked hesitantly.

Oliver didn’t reply. He didn’t know what to say. She was the reason he was here, and so was Sage. The two girls who looked so much alike. They both had caused him pain.”to be determined.” He bit his lip thinking and holding back tears.
 
James shrugged '? Most where self defense, though I have carried out executions'

"You are soposed to ether fear me or hate me" Bell told him. "Yiu arnt supposed to worry if I eat, or make me cry, or tuch my face and whipe my cheeks. Your supposed to hate my guts or fear me so bad you whimper in my presence."
 
Samantha recalled he couldn’t just speak. She opened her eyes slowly, readjusting to that bright light and looked to the paper.”you never said how many J-... sir.” She didn’t know what to call him exactly if it was even allowed. She had a slight blush out of embarrassment.

Oliver winced before raising his head to look at her. “What you want me to fear you? To hate you. I t-“ he shook his head. He had just described how there were more emotions than these.
“I’m sorry but not everyone feels those ways.”
 
'Call me James of you want.' He wrote then he wrote 'I don't know' and pointed to the question mark to indicate he had answered her question.

"I don't know if you've noticed but everyone but you is ether terrified of me, hates me, or feels indifferent like the people in charge do. You're the only person here who lookes at me volunteraly, the only person to actually talk to me in years Oliver. And just becase I can't feel emotion doesn't mean I dont know what that are"
 
Samantha looked good his words and gave him a smile. “James it is then...” she trailed off and nodded her head to his answer. She looked to it and thought. Did he have some one in his life a wife, a coworker he was dating possibly? Anything to deny the crush David pointed out.

Oliver fiannly looked good her. “Do you want me to hate and fear you?” Be askedherr honest unsure how she’d respond.
 
Bell looked Oliver in the eyes and said "No, but it's all I know"

James wore no julery, no wedding ring, only his dog tags. He sat admiring her as she waited for the next question.
 
Samantha studied James, taking in the view of him. She took that moment to muster up the courage she needed. It didn’t want it sounding weird.
“So this is your family, just your family?” She cringed inwardly at how bad she was trying to guess.

“If you don’t want it, then stop pushing it on me.” Oliver told her flatly. “You are acting like I’m a kicked puppy or some person who wants you dead.” He frowned looking to her and the cold pasta.
 
"If your asking if I have given my heart the answer is no, I do have somone I fancy though" he wrote for her.

"Stop pushing what? I can't lie Oliver, I want that on record. I dont know what I want, and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm used to giving orders and having them fallowd and giving reports. That's it that is the extent of my interactions Oliver. I don't know a lot, maybe I used to but I don't anymore. I dont know what I want from you but I do know I like that you talk to me, I liked it when you touched me, and I feal worse than being whipped till I pass out over the fact I brought you here"
 
Samantha gazed at his words and instantly a blush formed on her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to learn more. She held her jaw close.
“I-.. I see.” She spoke slowly and lowered her eyes trying to show disappointment for him to assume that she liked him and thought he liked some one else.
“I-...” she stuttered our half for show and the other half still in shock. “I think I’m done asking the questions.” She spoke quietly saying that instead of done there, as if she was stalling some time with him or giving him the opportunity to ask her questions. She had only been interviewed once.


Oliver listened intently to her words. “You like it when Italk to you?” He tilted his head. “You like it when I touch you?” He gave a slight grin.
 
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Jane writes, 'very well." Then he snapped his fingers to get her attention and pointed to 'I Fancy' then her and then got up.

Bell nodded and says "It feels the opposite of Pain and danger." Then she reached for a plate of spaghetti thinking it wold make him smile and said "I know I like when you smile" then she took a big bite and then she let our a moan closing her eyes. Where had that come from?
 
Samantha looked up as he snapped his fingers. Her eyes followed along his finger as he pointed to the words.
‘I fancy you.’ His non verbal words rang in her head. If her cheeks could go full on red, they did at that moment. She looked to his finger pointing at her with wide eyes. She was frozen in place as he stood up and pushed hischair in.

Oliver couldn’t help his smile as her reaction to his spaghetti showed how amazing it truly was.
 
James put the blindfold on her then put her arm on his to escort her to her cell. Which was empty. He left and came back with fresh gauze and handed it to her. Shortly after David was brought back and put with her. He wanted for her to react first.

Bell opened her eyes and her cheeks felt hot. "My cheeks feet hot, is that normal?" She asked him.
 
Samantha allowed him to reach from behind her and pull the cloth over her eyes. She wrapped her arm around his rather tightly, rather close to him. She held on close and walked along with him as he lead her back to her cell.
“T-thanks.” She whispered still a bit shocked. Her blush still on her face as she looked up to him with her deep blue eyes.
Sam held the gauze surprised as to why she had it and then she saw her brother.
“how was it?” She asked curious. He looked tired.

Oliver chuckled as he could tell howbeat red they were. “Normallyno, but I guess for a girl in your position yes.” He laughed at his own joke about how she might’ve liked him and was blushing now cause of it.
 
David was tired, he had been dancing all afternoon. "Fine, do you need help re dressing your wounds sammy?" He said to her swaying a bit on his feet, but his sister came first.

Bell tilted her head "nothing usually happens when I sit on the counter, it must be your cooking. This the second time, the fisrt time my stomach growld to." Then she looked at the plate on her hands and brought it to her nose smelling it. "I thought you didn't want me dead?" She said skeptically.
 
“I-“ she had forgotten about her wounds. They had stopped to an ache but it wasn’t the worst pain she had ever felt. “Yes... if you could..” were they bleeding? She couldn’t tell with all the blood she had on the filthy purple dress. It had gotten as bad if not worse than her old one.

Oliver laughed.”sure what ever you say.” He gringes. “It’s just the first time you tasted decent food.” He ruffled her hair a bit and started to eat his own.
 
Daved had her stand up then in do the top of her over dress then he undid the bandages and rewrap her with clean ones. "All done" he said than sat on the cot. "How was your...time?" He wasnt whure what to call it.

Bell touched her hair then pulled of the bottom and shaking it loose, it was wavy from the tight brace and reached the top of her hips. It fell in curtening her face on both sides, she didn't tuch it again though and began to eat more of the spaghetti.
 
Samantha hissed in pain as it came back. She sat still as he messaged with her bandages. “It was...” she trailed off unsure.
“it was interesting to say the least.” She shrugged her shoulders and glanced to the hall unsure if he was there still or if he was hidden in for if he had left. She looked for James for a moment.

Oliver watched as she loosened her hair, allowing it to flow around her. He bit his lip and pulled his gaze to his food. Eating and trying not to stare.
 
"Interesting how sis?" Then quietly "Was I right or was in right?" He knew the gard liked her as shure as his name was David and he wanted the extra protection for his sister.

When Bell finished the hoped down and found some bread that she then used to mop up the sauce. When she was done she said "Thank you Oliver. Remind me to let you cook more often, it seems line somthing we both enjoy" she was faintly smiling again.
 
“I-... I don’t know... he never told me he liked me...” she trailed off, which was true. He didn’t say anything but also said fancy not like. She blushed thinking about it unsure herself on what to say or do.

Oliver studies her lips as a small feature of a smile graced her lips.
“You are welcome. I would enjoy that. Give me some time to breath.” He chuckled.
 
"But he hinted at it?" David guessed. He knew his sister and he knew guy's. He normally wouldn't push somthing on his sister but this wasnt a normal situation, they where prisoners and his sister having a relationship with this guy whold help her. It might even save her.

Bell smild a little more, there was that sound. "How often wold you like to do it?" She asked him. She could make it happen without hesitation. She was eating actual food which was healthy, no one was going to stop that.
 
Samantha bit her lip as her brother spoke. After a long moment of silence she spoke. It was only a minute or even half a minute of silence.
“Yes.... yes he did. I was suppose to be interviewing him and he definatly hinted at it.” She told her brother.
“He said he has no one but there is one that I fancy.” She felt the blood rising to her cheeks again out of embarrassment. Sam rubbed the back of her neck as she looked to her brother.

Oliver looked to her, his gazed pulled to her eyes. “Once a day? “ he questioned her. That seemed fair to him.
 
Daved gave her a smile, his mind all they ways this could benefit her. He wondered if it would mean better food, more freedom, better rewards, chances to escape. He wild settle for better treatment of his sister.

Bell looked at him and gave a smile "Done" then she stood and turned her back to him to start rebraiding her hair before plateing food for Samantha and David then got some more for herself and say back on the counter to eat.
 
Samantha looked good her brother amazed he was so for this. She supposed she should’ve been the same. She needs to take advantage of this, but she just felt uncomfortable feeling she’d have to show emotions to him like that. Sam looked to the ground as she thought of James. She but her lip feeling bad that he hadn’t a family.

Oliver looked over surprised she finished before he did, but then again he served her with less and she was scarfing it down. He smiled as she got more and ate once more.”I’m taking you like it?” He raised a brow and smiled as he finished his plate.
 
"What's on your mind sis?" Asked David.


Bell nodded at him with her mouth fill than swallowed, "it's really good" she said blushing slightly. And went to eat more.
 
“I-...” Samantha debates in telling him. Telling him the truth or not. “I was thinking about him, and when I was talking to him.” She shrugged her shoulders.”that’s it.”

Oliver smiles softly. “Good. I’m glad you like it.Now you know how to make it so you can make it for yourself.”
 

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