Free The First Male by Lee Hayes

involuntary, but I think she was making a connection.”
    Eli forced a smile and took the nurse’s hand. He could feel her heat and knew that it was radiating below, dampening her panties. Lust swelled inside of her to the point that Eli could smell its sweetness.
    â€œThank you for the information, love. I didn’t catch your name.”
    â€œIt’s Andrea. Andrea Anderson, but you can call me Love ,” she said as she smiled and flitted out of the room. Eli quickly closed the door and faced the old woman who sat upright in a chair in front of the television. Her grayed hair was tossed about her head and the old shawl wrapped around her shoulders looked as if it had been made fifty years ago. She didn’t move or blink.
    He took a deep, menacing breath before speaking. “Hello, Adelaide,” he said with the tenderness of a grandson. He removed his trench coat and slung it across another chair as he eased over to where she sat. “So, we’re alone now, old woman. Eetwidomayloh sends his regards.” He lowered himself in front of her and squeezed her knees hard, his nails cutting into her flesh. Her eyes widened with discomfort. “So, you can still feel. I was kind of rough with you last time. I’m glad you’ve recovered.” He stood up and sauntered toward the window.
    â€œYou know, Addie, I’m getting really bored with all of this. I’ve spent too much time in this place smelling your shitty ass and looking at your wrinkled face. I’m tired of this Tango—we keep doing the same dance. Aren’t you tired yet? I dish out a little pain and you continue to resist me. I’ve been patient with you—far more patient than I should have—but there are limits to my mercy and time is short, as you know. Soon, you’ll have to let me into your head—you won’t have the strength to stop me. I getstronger every day, but you, on the other hand, are one step closer to the grave. So why don’t you make this easy on yourself and let me in? If you don’t, you know I will hurt you, slowly. First, I’ll blind you, sticking tiny needles into your eyes. Would you like that? Then, from the inside, I’ll break each one of your bones, one at a time. I’ll make it so that every crack will last hours and that you feel every ounce of pain. Then, I can make your heart explode inside your chest, and I’ll fix it so that you can relive the same horror over and over again. Your suffering will be legendary, and you’ll pray for the death that will never come.” Eli flung open the curtain to reveal the dark night sky glistening with starlight. “Don’t you miss this? Going outside? Having a life? Aren’t you tired of being trapped inside that wretched old body, unable to move; pissing and shitting on yourself and having someone wipe your ass everyday? Where is your pride? Where is your dignity? You are Adelaide Thibodeaux, the most powerful High Priestess of the sister-clan and look at you now. You’re a fucking invalid!” A despicable laugh escaped from his mouth and polluted the air with the stench of rotting meat. His roaring voice tumbled off the walls.
    Eli moved over to the mirror hanging on the wall and took a moment to stare at his reflection. “I must admit that I am impressed with your power. Even in your weakened state, I still cannot break into your mind—that’s amazing. Yeah, yeah, I know how your powers work. Each High Priestess born of the same blood is more powerful than the one before her, blah, blah, blah. And your bloodline is unbroken in more than three hundred years. I get that. Your powers are indeed strong, so tonight I thought I’d do something different. Tonight, I offer you a fair trade. I could release you from this prison that Eetwidomayloh entombed you in so long ago. Clearly, you and your pathetic sisters don’thave enough power to do so; otherwise you would have