He begins to realize the lack of customers today... One had just taken a girl awhile ago, from the royal guard. However, he lay here, his bones curling in his hands in sadness. He wanted to embrace a master, He loved the queen's round taunt stomach, the high society's soft bodies... Yet they would treat him like garbage. He loves them anyway. He isn't sure why, it makes him angry at himself for not completely hating the people that created him, then dumb him out later. But the softness...<br/><br/>He clawed at the cell, which was designed to hold him with his powerful strength and ooze like ability to go through tight spaces. He howled, but it made a gurgling noise with it. He feels delusional at times with how lucky he would have to be for something or someone to have the quality of softness and compassion. In this world... It's very hard.