Lovely Bro-sis inn story

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As they looked around at their land, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They had worked hard to create a self-sufficient life for themselves, and now they were reaping the rewards of their labor. The soil was fertile, and the vegetables they had planted were growing beautifully.

But as they ate their meal that night, Sister couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. They had eaten the body of their prisoner, but she knew that they needed food in order to survive. And so, she smiled at her brother, her eyes filled with understanding. "Maybe we won't need to eat prey anymore," she said softly, her voice filled with hope. "But maybe once in a while, just to remind us of how precious life is."

Her brother looked at her, his eyes filled with appreciation

As they continued to live together, Sister and her brother found themselves becoming more adept at hiding their true intentions from others. They would invite people to their home, serving them delicious food and making them feel welcome. But some of the time, they would capture their guests and hide them in the basement, eating or making food to serve to another guest.

Their little Inn was located in the middle of the Untouch Forest, a place where many people paid expensive prices to stay. And so, they continued to operate their business, using their skills to survive and thrive in this new environment.

But as they lived their lives, Sister couldn't help but wonder how long they could continue to hide their true selves from the world. She knew that they needed to be careful, to make sure that they didn't attract too much attention

As Sister continued to live her life, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. They had captured so many people, taking them against their will and using them as they saw fit. But she knew that they needed to survive, and that sometimes the ends justified the means.

Her brother looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "Let's capture people who run away, orphaned, or don't have anyone," he said softly, his voice filled with purpose. "They can be like our 'prey' menu, and we can clean 'dirty' from the world after all." And so, they set to work, searching for people who were vulnerable and easy to catch.

As they continued their work, Sister couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. They were doing something good, something that

As word spread about their little Inn, more and more travelers began to visit and stay with them. They were drawn in by the beautiful location and the delicious food that Sister prepared. But as time went on, one of the guests couldn't help but ask for the recipe, curious about how they had managed to create such a delicious meal.

Sister felt a sense of panic rise within her, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that if she revealed their secret, it could be the end of everything they had built together. And so, she smiled at the guest, her eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "But I can't tell you the recipe."

Her brother looked at her, his eyes filled with appreciation. He knew that she was doing what

Sister nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Yes," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "It's just fresh 'animal' from the forest, and that's what makes it so delicious."

Her brother looked at her, his eyes filled with appreciation. He knew that she was doing what she had to in order to protect them both. And as they continued to live their lives together, they became more and more adept at hiding their true intentions from the world.

As the years went by, their little Inn continued to thrive. More and more people heard about the delicious food and beautiful location, and soon it was a popular place for travelers to stay.

But one day, a few years after they had started their business, someone came to the Inn asking about a missing person. This person had been reported missing, and they had a feeling that they had run away and probably ended up at the Inn.

Sister felt her heart pounding in her chest as she listened to the man's story. She knew that if they were discovered, everything they had built together would be ruined.

Sister looked at the man, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Who are you?" she asked softly, her voice filled with suspicion. "And are you alone?"

The man looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. "I'm a private investigator," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "I'm here to find a missing person, and I have reason to believe that they ended up here." He then looked around, making sure that no one else was watching them. "I promise that I'm not here to look for any more 'prey,'" he added softly.

Sister felt a sense of relief wash over her as she listened to him. With a sigh, she nodded her head. "Okay," she said softly, her voice filled with hesitation. "You can speak with my

Sister smiled at the private investigator, her eyes filled with warmth. "Here," she said softly, her voice filled with kindness. "Let me give you something special - our best meal, with a sleeping medication mixed in. It's on the house."

"Now, if you don't mind telling me," she added softly, her voice filled with curiosity. "Why are you looking for this missing person, and who are you looking for?"

The private investigator looked at her, his eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'm looking for someone who has run away from an abusive situation." He then paused for a moment, before continuing. "His name is James, and I've been searching for him for months now."

Sister nodded

Sister watched as the private investigator ate the meal that she had prepared for him, her eyes filled with curiosity. As he ate, she listened to him speak, trying to understand his story and what had led him to this point.

As the man continued to talk, Sister couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for him. It was clear that he was invested in finding James and helping him escape from his abusive situation. And as she listened to him speak, she felt a sense of guilt rising within her. She knew that if they were discovered, it could mean the end of everything they had built together.

As the private investigator finished his meal, Sister felt a sense of unease wash over her. She knew that the sleeping medication she had mixed into the meal was starting to take effect, and soon he would be asleep.

"I think I know where James is," she said softly, her voice filled with hesitation. "But I can't tell you."

The private investigator looked at her, his eyes filled with suspicion. "Why not?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "You know that I'm just trying to help him."

Sister nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know," she said softly, her voice filled with regret. "But I can't risk everything we have built together."

The private investigator sighed, his eyes filled with disappointment. "I understand

Sister hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she also knew that it was the only way to protect herself and her brother.

Slowly, she leaned over the man and whispered softly into his ear. "James is in your stomach now," she said softly, her voice filled with regret.

The private investigator started violently, his eyes wide with horror as he realized what had happened. He reached for his stomach, feeling the weight of the body inside him.

Sister stared at him, her eyes filled with fear. She knew that she had made a terrible mistake, but it was one that she couldn't take back. And as she stood there, watching the man writhe in pain, she couldn't help but feel

As the private investigator continued to writhe in pain, Sister knew that she had to act quickly. She looked at her brother, who was standing nearby with a look of determination on his face.

"Good," he said softly, his voice filled with excitement. "We have more supplies now, and maybe we can sell them for a higher price on the black market."

Sister nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. They had been living on the edge for so long, and this was just another way for them to survive. And as they dragged the unconscious man down to the basement, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her.

They had done it again. They had managed to protect themselves and their little Inn from being discovered. And as they stood there in the dimly lit basement, she knew that