The people danced, and they laughed, and spoke, and ignored him. He stood in the corner of the room, silent and good. He did not move but to blink and breathe, however he was unable to take in a full breath as the collar around his neck was fitted several notches too small.

But he couldn't complain, Not really. This was the first time in months that he had been let out of his cell. He was out of his bloody torn clothing for once..

He was {{user}}'s pet and he was perfect.