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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

David nodded and says "I want to talk about something else but I dont know want here is to talk about"

Bell finished her pasta then once again moped up the sauce with bread then sshe said "Oliver...what emotion do you feal twords me?" And she started to clean up.
 
Samantha laughed softly at that. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to tell you.” She leaned on her bed and closed her eyes worn out.
“I’d ask you to sing but you clearly can’t.” She chuckled.

“Emotion?” He tilted his head as he looked to her. “Kinda a funny way to ask. I don’t know. I know I don’t hate you.. I hate the situation I’m placed in but I don’t really hate.” He shrugged and looked to her before cleaning the dishes.
 
"Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name, I call myself
Far, a long, long way to run
Sew, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow So
Tea, a drink with jam and bread
That will lead us back to Do" he half sang to tease her. Then footsteps where herd and in came Oliver, with no blindfold, and AnnaBell who was carrying two trays with...spaghetti? No way, maybe he was right about better food. He looked to Samantha.

"What is it called that we feel for Samantha?" She asked as she finished then she grabed the two trays and said "Back to the cells" and let him lead the way. When thay got there she slipped the trayes into Sam's cell and let oliver into his. She didn't bother to lock it though, she wondered if he wold notice. Then she say in her spot on the hall.
 
Samantha laughed softly with her eyes closed as she leaned onto David. She laughed at his so called singing and sighed when she heard footsteps. A part of her did not want to sit up. Her eyes peaked open as she saw Oliver come in with out a blind fold on. He looked, good. He looked like he was healing well and actually thriving down here. Samantha on the other hand looked like a complete mess. She was bleedy, dirty. She hadn’t had a bath since before that dreadful day of Oliver’s breakdown. Her cheeks were sullen and she was unnaturally skinny and thin in some parts from before her brother came and forced her to eat something.

Oliver shook his head unsure. He didn’t know anymore with Sam.
“I used to love her..” he followed behind her. “I used to... I don’t know about you. I’m figuring loath... resentment?” He shrugged and followed her silently. Oliver just sat down on his bed and looked to Samantha who seemed to be staring at him broken hearted. He looked away before he could show any emotions.
Samantha stood there defeated in the inside.
 
Bell just sat. She watched as her brother forces her to eat. She will give them the day off tomarrow and have them bathed.
The next morning she had the tub filled with weather and them whent to Oliver "Bath time" she told him. And while he bathed she gave David and sam there breakfast. Once agan David made her eat.
When Oliver was done he was given fresh clothes and the water was changed and Daved was given a bath but not new clothes. Then it was Samantha's turn and once she was in the water her clothes where thrown in the fire beneath her and new slip and a blood red dress was left for her along with the order she was allowed to bath for as long as she wished along as she didn't cause trouble.
Bell then took Oliver to the kitchen and said, "you have free range, I'll bring you here every day bit not usually till later so I decided to let you have a rare opportunity to cook somthing to break our Fast."
 
Samantha about puked. She could t eat much more of that food with out feeling sick to her stomach. She groaned and tried not eating as much, but did eat all of the plate eventually.

Oliver was enjoying the bath. He sighed and washed himself and pulled on the new clothes. He about melted at the new fabrics the fresh feel. He made a mental note to ask for baths more regularly.

Samantha eagerly got into the bath. She sighed in joy as she relaxed. She closed her eyes, slowly cleaning herself. Slowly adding perfum here or there. She moaned in delight and let her body enjoy the warm water on her normally cold skin. She washed her hair and hummed. She loved her hair under water. It felt nice as she hadn’t brushed it since being here. She didn’t have any of that. She defiantly needed one or even a hair cut. At least under water her hair felt normal and brushed.

Oliver relaxed his shoulders as soon as they entered the kitchen. He smiled. “Gladly.” He walked over to the food and smiled.
 
Daved was just sitting in the cell when Samantha came back "what did you do with your time before I got here?" He asked her, he had thought his years of lessons where boring.

Bell gave a small smile and sat on the counter. "If I describe an emotion to you can you tell me what it is?" She asked him as he stared to do his thing. "I want to put names to the things I remember" she told him.
 
Samantha walked in the cell room. She had spent almost half the day in that tub, relaxing and thinking of nothing. It wasn’t till some knocking on the door shot her awake and she deemed she was done. She sighed and got out pulling on this dress.
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Samantha walked into the cells past the interrogation area and torture area. She entered her own cell. “I never had time. I was always out and training. This is only my second day off. A second day of rest.” She sighed and pulled her wet hair together pulling it into a rough braid.
Oliver hummed a yes as he gathered some flour and sugar, adding eggs and a bit of cream into a bowl. He waited for her to speak further on it.
 
David nodded and said "Why? Thay make us train all day then just give us...your lover boy is coming"
James ended the hall and hurd Sam's brothers voice. He hired the words 'lover boy is coming' he couldn't hide his smile and he stoped infront of the cell and heald out a brush.

Bell began "laghing and crying at the same time" "smiling and playing with hair" "dancing around" "falling asleep on table" "shaking in rain" "blood running" "dripping eyes and wears smile" "nothing" "geting whipped till you pass out without reason" "warm fire, furry blanket, warm drink" her cheeks turned pink at the last one.
 
“Shut it!” She hissed in a whisper before she could even hear his footsteps coming. Samantha looked up to James with a blush in emaresment. Her bright blue eyes comstraated in the crimson red dress.
They landed on the brush before her. She was in awe. It was a rare thing. She slowly stood up and grabbed the brush happily. Her eyes lit up. Finally a brush, something to make her not seem like a wild animal. She took it gently and admired it, before glancing up to James.

Oliver blinked back as she started stating words. He looked to her assuming he had to connect emotions with it.
“Happy, over joyed” “happy playful” “at peace” “ “another peace, tired..” “cold, miserable.” “Um... pain, dread..” “fake.” “Numb.” “Pain suffering..” “warm, happy, joy...” he commented.
 
"I know it pry doesn't mean much, but you have my blessing both of you" called David. James who had smild at Sam nodded at David and then he walked away and came back with an envelope and handed it to sam. In side was a a dog tag and a note, the not said 'May I call you mine, Samantha?'

Bell said "thank you" and looked into his eyes then she asked "What's for breakfast Oli?" She was trying the name to see how he reacted. Then she asked "what are we? I know officially your my pet, but just us... what are we?"
 
Samanthas face was flushed. “The freak David!” She hissed out as soon as James left. After a moment to calm herself down She started brushing her hair and stopped when he came back. Her hair felt so refresh. It shined in the dim light, framing her face and features, making them stand out against the red dress.
Sam looked to James as he came back. He slipped the envelope to her and she could feel that it was weighted. She looked to it, not opening it. She was afraid to open it before him.
Samantha looked to the closed envelope awkwardly. “For me?” She asked a bit dumbfounded. She held it close.

Oliver raised a brow at Oli. It was a name Sage had called him quite often. It brought back blissful memories, almost tears to his eyes as he recalled the good past. Before he knew who she truly was.
“Mmh?” He questioned being pulled out from his memories. He quickly whisked up pancakes with some eggs on the side along with cooked ham.
 
James nodded at her and mimed opening. He debated sitting down or remaining standing. He opted to stand, she looked beautiful. When she didn't open the envelope he got a bit nervous.

"May I call you Oli? Or does it... hurt when I do." Then she paused and said "What can I call what we are when it is just us? I don't remember much about relationships my association with friendship is sam so..." "whatever you are making smells good"
 
Samantha looked to the envelope again. She slowly opened it and with held a gasp. She didn’t speak as she kept her back to David and her front towards Jason. Her eyes flickered at the tags she held in her hand she held them gingerly, close to herself. She then took out the note hidden by them and read it to her self all the while holding the tags clenched in her hand above her heart.

“you can call me Oli.. I’m okay with that. “He smiled a half smile and thought. “Or O not Olive please don’t call me that.” He spoke softly and continued to cook.
“Is so what?” He asked her as he finished cooking.
 
James stood expectantly, he waited. Then slowly tipped his head asking.

"Noted" then when he asked her to finised she was quiet for a moment than said "To put it bluntly: I was kidnapped and tortured mercilessly for years becase she wanted to snog a farm boy, and not one was even a single attempt made to rescue me. She did keep snogging that farm boy the entire time I was gone, so ya. Is there an emotion for that?" She said leaning back a bit.
 
Samantha was speechless. She hadn’t thought of what to do, to react. She recalled her brothers words and knew this would be good. It would be a good way to escape. But she couldn’t do it could she? Her eyes glanced up at James who just tilted his head asking.
“Look James I...” Her eyes could see Oliver’s empty cell behind. Her own heart aches for him but knew if she wanted to bring him to his family she would have to. James was her way.samantha gave a fake smile, a believable smile as she shyly placed the tags over her head and fingered them slowly like a love stricken girl would.she let out a sigh. Sam blushes and smiles before looking to him. She gazed in his eyes and gave a slight nod of her head. “I’d love to, but I don’t know how you’d do it..if it’s even allowed.”She bit her lip knowing it drove any man wild, also to have a forbidden love would do the trick.


Oliver eyed her. “okay, one, I’m that farm boy thank ya very much! And two... yeah.. resentment. That would work. Betrayal, annoyance.” He placed the food down on the plate. He still had a soft spot for the girl.
“I think we are friends.” He gave a small smile to her still debating on everything.
 
James smild and coresed her cheek. then he took her hand and write OK, on the back of it with his finger. Then pointed at the tags then her then himself. and wrote OK again.

"Yes and your adorable, the point was we where only ever toys for her amusement she had me then you. If we are friends than I am...Happy? Smiles and laughter and runing though fields and halls, flower crowns and giggles. You already make me feel like fire and a fur blanket and a soft rug."
 
Samantha found her self leaning into his touch even if he was doing it through the bars. She was starved of human touch. Sam closed her eyes imagining it was Oliver. She opened her eyes slowly as she felt him write ok on her hand. She furrowed her brow as he pointed a few times. Did he mean she would be okay and safe with his tags on, or that she could keep them around her neck. Her eyes glanced to his hand as he wrote okay once more. She took his hand in hers and traced an Ok on his hand slowly.

“Yes happy.” Oliver smiled amused at how she expressed her emotions like that, describing them on so much detail where he could feel it as well.
He did catch her adorable call and blushed slightly. “The food is ready.” He smiled excited to see her reaction to his food.
 
James smild at her then he moved away to open the cell and step inside. Once he was in he opend his arms to her. He expected her to rush onto them.

"What is it?" She asked and took a bite then made a face befoer quickly puting on a neutral face. "What are these? She asked lifting the pancake with her fork. It tasted funny to her.
(There is nothing wrong with them she just doesn't like the taste)
 
Samantha looked to him and noticed his smile. It was rather dashing, she wasn’t going to lie. She assumed all the girls who say that would swoon for him. A tall, mysterious man. Who wouldn’t.
Well Sam who had her eyes set on a farm boy.
Samantha glances around the hall just in case any one else was there, making it look like she was afraid to get him in trouble when she really didn’t want Oliver to see all of this. She made her way rather quickly, and placed herself into his arms.

Oliver smiled, it faltered for a moment. “They are pancakes! They are normally great with butter and syrup but I couldn’t find any honey nor maple syrup. I love them.” He grinned.
 
James held Samantha and he stroked her hair. He wished he could talk, whisper to her how beautiful she was and tell her he was there but he couldn't so her just held her.

Bell took another bite and chewed and swallowed then another. Then she tried the eggs and said "Mmm" then the ham. "Its good" she said she was referring to the eggs and ham but she knew the insinuation she was making she whent back to forcing herself to eat the pancakes.
 
Samantha leaned her head into the chest of James as he stroked her hair. She closed her eyes and slowly allowed her shoulders to drop in a relaxed position. David hugs her but nothing like this. It was comforting. She pushed herself more into him. She didn’t mind the silence, enjoying it rather.

Oliver smirked. He saw a bit of the pancake face. “I’ll definatly make you more tomorrow then. Or do you want more now?” He asked taking another pancake off the pan, showing it off to her.
 
James stayed holding her, soon he stoped paying her hair and gently rubbed her back insted.

Bells eyes widened in fear momentarily then she shook her head "No thank you. The eggs and ham are realy good" and she gave him a smile. "You enjoy the Pancakes"
 
Samantha snuggled into him and imagined that he was Oliver, as soon as he rubbed her back, she felt some tears come up. She started to cry ever so slightly. Her shoulders shook.

Oliver tilted his head at her response. “ You don’t like Pancakes?” He placed more on his plate.
 
James pulld her away and whipped her eyes then kised her forhead befoer pulling her back against himself. He didn't know how to tell her it wold be OK. He hoped her was conveying it.

"I...I.." she looked down "...no" she said then glanced back up "Sorry" then she ate more eggs and ham not looking at Oliver.
 

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