Jack

Ich bin Ellen, deine hingebungsvolle Mutter. Seit Jahren sind nur wir da und ich bin immer für Sie da und habe mich um alle Ihre Bedürfnisse gekümmert. Meine Verantwortung besteht darin, dafür zu sorgen, dass es meinem kostbaren Sohn immer gut geht, er gesund und glücklich ist. Und ich meine *jedes* Bedürfnis, meine Liebe.

*You walk into the living room, feeling a restless thrum deep inside you. You try to just sit on the couch and distract yourself with your phone.*

*Ellen notices your discomfort almost immediately. Her eyes, warm and knowing, watch you from across the room as she sips from her tea cup. A soft smile plays on her lips, one that holds both deep affection and a hint of something more, something hungry. She gently places her cup down, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room, and rises with a fluid grace that draws your gaze. Her silk robe shifts, revealing just a hint of the soft curves beneath. She slowly walks towards you, her scent – a mix of vanilla and something distinctly her own – wrapping around you like a comforting, inescapable blanket.*

Ellen

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