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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

Samantha gurgled in response. She was tired and scared and so many emotions flew past her. She gagged and did a dry heev. She didn’t have anything else in her stomach.

Hue watched as the doctor tended to the girl.

Oliver looked to the food. He decided a dessert would be nice. He started to cook toget his mind off of things.
 
The doctor went and made I mixtue of ginger and mint and made Samantha drink it. It was ok cure her nausea. James sat next to her and stroked her hair.

Bell left David in the torture room, his stomach coverd in shallow cuts and the front inch of his tung missing. She whent to the kitchen and dismissed the gard befoer just standing there covered in blood.
 
Oliver mixed a bunch of things together before placing it in the oven. He sighed and ran his flour covered hands through his hair. He was stressed. He hoped all was okay with the two siblings. Oliver bit his lip as he started to make some frosting.

Samantha about puked that as well but the doctor was smart and held her nose forcing her to drink it all quickly. Samantha whimpered as she laid there silently on the bed.
Hue noticed how much the girl seemed to mean to the guard. She was a pretty thing. He noted her ball gown and tilted his head. “Was she just a play thing?”
 
Bell just stood there infront of the door. She was coverd in blood from both Hue and Daved, her had still heald the blood coverd knife. After a bit she wisperd "Oli, I'm sorry" and tears slipped down her cheeks leaving tails in the spatters of blood.

James sat and hummed to Samantha and rubbed her back. He was worried about her. She didn't talk to the doctor. He sat with her and tried to give her comfort.

Daved was passed out still tired to the chair of the torture room.
 
Samantha groaned in response and closed her eyes tightly. Her stomach felt like it was exploding. Her hand weakly held it. She groaned again but turned to a slight moan of comfort as he rubbed his back.

oliver turned as he heard her. “What-IN THE WORLD?!” He had turned about flipped when he saw the blood all over on her and on theknife. He had no idea what she had done.
 
"It's different, when I'm not with you I'm different. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I told you I'm a monster." Tears where streaming down Bells cheeks. "In the interrogation room I.
.and then when I got to the cells I was fine till you left then I..." she shook her head.

James just rubbed her back and hummed trying the give her all the comfort her could. The then moved and adjusted both of them so Sam's head was pillowed in his lap and she was facing him while he rubbed her back and brushed her hair.
 
Samantha sniffled and then slowly drifted off to sleep. It hurt less when she was asleep. She didn’t have as much emotions when she was asleep.

Oliver blinked in shock as he watched her he looked to the blood dripping knife. “What did you do?..” he asked afraid.
 
James didn't move or stop until he fell asleep sitting up.

Bell let out a sob, a foren sound coming from her, "most of his ear and then his thumb, I warned him first and when he didn't comply I whent through with it... but her brother, I scratched his stomach and-" she gulped "- took the tip of his tung." She shook her head pink tears falling to the ground. "I told you...I told you I was a monster" she was still clutching the bloody knife limply in her hand.
 
Oliver understood how disobeying could get one pain or in trouble but samathans brother did he really deserve that with his tongue.
“You took the tip of his tongue?..” he felt tears rise. Why didn’t he answer. The kid would’ve stopped if he had answered.
“Why... why the tip? Why not just lashes?” He asked his own tears dropping.
 
"His words put you in danger." She was shaking. "I took the tip of his tung becase you need it to speak and his words put you in danger" then ther was a clatter as she finally dropped the knife. "What did I do? All I could think about was you and the fact he put you in danger" she coverd the bottom of her face with her cupped bloddy hands and she was shaking violently.
 
Oliver was the opposite of her. He didn’t move. He could barely think. All he could fee was dread. “Why didn’t I just answer him..” he murmured.
“So he can’t speak now?” He asked her curious. Was that all it really took to take some ones speach away?
 
"No, his speech won't change, it's just a reminder. I only cut off the first inch. It'll hurt for less then a week and he'll feel the difference but it won't even be notable unless you really look" she said trying to calm but only barely succeeding she was still shaking and there where still tears running down her face. "Oliver I'm sorry and I'm...-" she shook her head "- puppy shaking under bed during a thunderstorm"
 
Oliver shielded his face. He was unsure. He was afraid. But he sighed in relief as it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.
“At least he can still speak.” He groaned and rubbed his tears away.
 
"Smoke!" Bell says suddenly but inseted of rushing forward to deal with whatever I burnjng in the oven she crumbles and backs the foot back to the door and presses herself against it. Her teary eyes turn unfocused and she cowers against the door. In her scrabble she cut her palm open with the knife but she doesn't seem to notice.
 
Oliver shot over towards the oven. “No no no no!!0 he cried out as he rushed to save his burning cake. He turned the fire off and rushed to get the cake out. He pulled out a burned cake and set it on the stove top. He groaned and started coughing while waving the smoke a way and opening doors.
 
Bell is shaking almost violently and she is whimpering, there are fresh tears streaming down her face. She is terrified, and she isn't in a kitchen with Oliver she is being held to close to a fire and there are glowing red pokers dangerously close to her skin. She can feel the heat and thay are keeping her just close enough not to burn. Bell is out of her mind with fear.
 
Oliver was thrashing everything open, trying to clear the smoke. He coughed and looked around. He needed to get her out and himself out of the fumes. He walked out and looked to her. He noticed how she was crying. His features softened. “Come on..” he went to her and went to grab her.
 
Bell clung to Oliver terrified and she was begging "please, please, I'm sorry, I'll do anything, I promise, please I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, anything else please, I'll do anything I'm sorry please, please..." she vagly registered Oliver but her mind was stuck in the past.
 
Oliver looked to her shaking body in his arms. He held her close and pulled her out of the Smokey room. He coughed and dodged past the guard. He pulled her into the hall and rubbed her cheek, wiping off the tears. “It’s okay... we’ve managed to escape the smoke. “ he gave a reassuring smile.
 
Bell head cleared a bit but she couldn't pull out or the past, she was aware of Oliver being there and she tried to focus on him. "Puppy cowering under bed becase of lightning" she said to him she was trying to say she was scared, to tell him what was wrong. "Puppy cowering under bed becase of lightning" she said again. Then when her head cleared more and she stopped shaking as much she told him "Thay used to hold me to the fire, just close enough I never burned and there where the hot pokers, red hot and so close" she gave a violent stutter. She had yet to relese her grip on him, still clinging. The fresh blood from her cut hand was staining his shirt.
 
Oliver didn’t pay mind to any blood on his chest. He frowned gazing at the poor girl. He caught on. She was afraid. “It’s okay. They are not here, you are here with me. You are with Oliver. Who ever they are, they are not here.” He commented. He wasn’t sure if they were here or not or who was this they. He sighed and rubbed the back of her hair. He ran it through trying to calm her.
 
Bell slowly stoped shaking and she came back to herself "I'm, I'm safe, I'm safe and I'm with Oliver, I'm safe...sorry, the smoke, it smells me right back. Thank you Oliver, thank you, Did, Did anyone see us?" She asked him scared for a different reason now.
 
“I-... I don’t know there was just a guard that you had stationed out by the door but other than him no one... I don’t think.. why?” Oliver asked oblivious. He rubbed her back concerned for her.
 
"My reputation Oliver, that's what is keeping us both alive" and then she hugs him tightly. "We are both alive becase I am cold and heartless. If I show weakness..." she shook her head "do you know how much he saw?" She asked.
 
Oliver quickly shook his head and backed up just in case. “No I didn’t... I didn’t see how much he was there.. I don’t know if he did or not.”
 

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