Gay Interlogue 2
The grandmotherly old woman checked her watch. The gold, battery-powered timepiece was one of her few condescensions to modern-day technology. Its digital display showed that slightly more than the requisite two hours had passed since she’d forced the girl to drink the potion necessary for the ritual. The old woman had been captivated by the girl the first time she’d seen her. She could sense the girl’s strength and vitality; she’d be the perfect vessel. While the girl had been sitting with...