The One Eyed Woman

The footsteps came to a stop outside the door.

As locks clicked and rattled Maria slipped back onto the bed, there were no sheets or even a pillow in sight. Not that she much cared about being seen naked, her training had rid her of any such feelings, instead she wanted to have at least something she could maybe use as a weapon.

Instead she pulled her legs up to her chest and tried to seem scared, it was a easy act to put on.

The door swung inward, the figure that stepped through was instantly recognisable to Maria. It was the woman from the club, the one who had been sitting on the throne. Except she did not look quite the same as she had there, the biggest change was in her hair, namely that she had very little now. Gone where the flowing locks that had been mistaken for clothing before, now her hair barely came down to her ears.

The lack of hair to cover her body somehow only seemed to heighten the sensuality of her. She moved in a way that, to the dispassionate eye of Maria, looked like a hooker who really needed a john. All rolling hips and swinging breasts, her hands resting on her hips in a way that drew the eye towards the promise between her legs.

Maria was unimpressed by it, back in the club she had been caught off guard by running into something like this. Her lapse had let it get under her skin for just long enough to get the drop on her. Now however she was prepared for it, where most others would only see a goddess like woman whose every movement seemed to carry a filthy promise. Maria saw a marionette made of meat, she wanted to know what was pulling the strings.

“You can stop pretending,” the woman said in a lilting irish tone. “It’s not a good look for you.”

Maria tried to remain calm at that, after all she knew they knew who she was, her scared rookie routine had gotten her out of a fair few scraped. However it seemed like it wasn’t going to work this time.

She relaxed her body, turning on the bed to place her feet on the floor. Glancing past the woman into the hallway she could not see anyone guarding the door. It seemed like it was just her and this strange scarred woman who haunted the memories of those other girls.

“You know who I am,” Maria stated. “So why the hell am I here?”