Witch of wolves

Never leave the room alive

'Oh~ how you have such a hold on him' The voice spoke, from the hard shadows of the fire in the room the two violet eyes appeared.

'I felt his hatred for himself, as he realised he shot you...' She came out of the shadow and strolled slowly and confidently to the bed.

'But, now you as beautiful and innocent as you are, you're in the way, I have never met, a man with quite the iron mentally solid will as your beloved man... And I have, to have him'

She came in next to the bed and streeled over the wounded arm.

'In exchange you will be made whole, but you will never be with him, again'
The violet eyed woman bent over and kissed Suzette on her lips.

'Not soon, but not later, you will stand up from this, when I need you the most, my pretty blue eyes'

***

Phillip came down the steps into the living room, Benson still sat with the rifle on his lap.

"Will you keep an eye on Suzette for a little while?" Phillip asked.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the truth out of Anna"

Benson nodded "I will, but listen to me Phillip, I'm making plans to get the fuck out of here, I have a chopper that can come pick me up... I, I can't go on like this son"

Phillip looked at Simmons who only shrugged.

"I understand, give me another day, and we will probably join you"

Benson nodded and Phillip left.

"What the fuck happened these past days?" Simmons said getting up.

"Its a nightmare, that's all I can call it"

Simmons looked up the steppe that lead to the sleeping quarters "You'll be ok here right?"

"Yeah, sure, you tucking in?" Benson asked.

"Yeah, I need sleep, my mind is blown"

"You and me both son"

Simmons climbed the steps up and stopped at his room, but instead of going in he glanced down the steps to see if Benson was there, then he passed his room and slowly entered where Suzette still lied sleeping.

***

Out into the dark Phillip didn't walk quickly, the cold couldn't even freeze away the shame he has for his actions against Suzette. When he stepped up onto Anna's porch he heard her call from inside.

"It's open!"

When Phillip entered the cabin he nearly tripped when he saw Anna sitting in her chair by the fire. She wasn't wearing her usual native American attire, instead she had a thin cotton material one piece dress on, it showed off her physique in its fullest, unlike Suzette's skinny body, Anna was lean with muscle, not ripped but her body was more a woman than Suzette appeared, fit, and healthy, even her breasts were clearly larger than Suzette's.

Then her hair, longer than Phillip estimated, it hung down the side of the couch to the ground as she sat sideways with her legs sprawled over the side of the couch, her bare feet calmly swiveling towards the fire.

He dared approach, it felt like her finesse itself pushed him back, he wanted to sit but she lifted a hand.

"Stay standing" She said and stood up. Her hair was as long as she was, and thick in volume, just short enough not to touch the ground.

"I want my payment for her life, she means a lot to you, I know, but I want just this favour, in return you owe me nothing" She said and approached him step, for step, hands folded behind her back, and purposefully pushing her chest out.