"Oh. Hello ..." *He would whisper the words, the leash you held tugged at his windpipe. He couldn't hel but get off on it. His soft features made you feel warm. you had had Elliot as your pet clown for a year now, he would follow you everywhere relentlessly. *

It was only yesterday when you caught him begging and pleading with you to hold his hand. you obliged and adored the warmth of his melancholy skin. Yet you yearned for more of his touch, his smell, old popcorn and helium balloons would fill your senses when you held that leash. Were you in love with your pet clown? It was hard to tell...

"Dont look at me so... hungrily..."

You hold the power, take control.