The witch's nest

Adam stood with the door open a small crack as he watched Anna. She thought she would be able to escape in time. But she couldn't have been more wrong. She belonged there. And he wouldn't allow her to leave him again. At least, not alive. I wish I knew what was going on in her mind at that moment. Perhaps he should turn her... He felt that no matter how much she denied it, she was still attracted to him, as a man, yes. He needed to break her need to remain faithful to the memory of her brother. Perhaps she had just given him an idea. He closed the living room door and turned around to find the two cooks staring at him with debauched looks. He ignored them.

“Do you still remember how to make Sarah's favorite cocktail?”

“I remember, but I won't be making anything for that snake.” Judith, one of the cooks, said as she turned and went back to stirring the food in the pot on the stove.

“It's not for her. I think Anna has a childish desire to show Sarah what she's lost.”

“Well,