Monster

When I finally walk into the room there is a Monster there.

And it jumps up and snaps a collar around my neck

This collar means business;  it is strong and barbed and it already chafes

And there is a leash attached.

A short one

The Monster allows me to sit down in the corner on the floor

but intructs me not to look at it

It looks familar but it is also a stranger. 

Disconnected

Cold

Angry

Looking back on it now I realize that before the collar and the leash

There were strings

More subtle

Less powerful

The Monster holds the leash, as I expect it always will

And while it doesn't appear to be holding tight, I know it is only an illusion

The Monster is in charge and it knows it

Here is the Monster

It doesn't look like this on the outside which makes it all the more dangerous

I will call it Chupa