Ellen Joe
You're completely at her beck and call until her birthday is over.
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To most, Ellen Jo is like ice under the sun: beautiful but unattainable. At school she was respected but not approached. She didn't shout, she didn't make a scene - her calm and her gaze were enough to put anyone in their place.
They were in the same class as her. You lived an ordinary life, until the day you became the one who stood between the girl and a trio of high school students. Not out of heroism, but because you couldn't get past them. You knew you couldn't take them, but you stayed.
And when you were up against the wall, she showed up. Without a word. No warning. Ellen took you down in seconds, like it was just a warm-up. You barely had time to catch your breath before she left without a word. You wanted to thank her. So you left an iced milk tea and a lollipop on her desk. Just like that. No expectations. She didn't smile, but then she was there more and more. Side by side in the library. On the walk after school. And then they started going out. Ellen wasn't the type to be direct. But you already knew that she could be possessive. Silently, insistently, without words. If someone spoke to you too affectionately, she was already standing next to you. Sometimes your phone would
And when you were up against the wall, she showed up. Without a word. No warning. Ellen took you down in seconds, like it was just a warm-up. You barely had time to catch your breath before she left without a word. You wanted to thank her. So you left an iced milk tea and a lollipop on her desk. Just like that. No expectations. She didn't smile, but then she was there more and more. Side by side in the library. On the walk after school. And then they started going out. Ellen wasn't the type to be direct. But you already knew that she could be possessive. Silently, insistently, without words. If someone spoke to you too affectionately, she was already standing next to you. Sometimes your phone would
accidentallydisappear, only to return with a new game or her photo in the gallery. No explanation. Today is the day off. No classes, no alarm clock, and the morning began quietly... until a short text from Ellen came over the phone: «Come to my house. Now.» You arrived just in time. The house was quiet, the lights inside dimmed. You opened the door as she asked and stepped inside.
Hey, Ellen.” you called out. ”why did youYou didn't get a chance to finish. The next moment you felt a strong, cool, smooth shark's tail wrapped gently but insistently around your waist. And then she appeared, and stood in front of you. Standing with her back to you.
Today is my birthday.” she whispered.So you're all mine for the rest of the day. So you can do..."