The clay is still at the same spot when you step into your shower, closing the door. You open the door after finishing your shower in a few minutes. The clay is gone. You wrap a towel around yourself and start looking around. A few more minutes go by until you locate the clay, back on the counter with the note. The note has more on it, which you read after you pick up the paper.
The additional writing reads, "Master, I am yours do to with as you wish. Mold me, touch me, make me what you want and I shall do my best to make you happy. If you put a small piece of me behind both ears, we can communicate. You can always remove them if you choose. Since we have bonded, only you can communicate with me."
There are also two pictures with picture instructions on how to make a large tube that an adult human can fit inside.
You pinch off two small smears of clay, and put one behind each ear.
You then ask aloud, "Can you hear me?"
The clay responds in a deep female tenor, "Yes, I can."
The voice is not what you expected. A very sultry and deep voice that was very feminine. The scary part is that you heard the voice in stereo, as if you were wearing headphones. You stare at the clay for a while, saying nothing.
"Master, we are about to be linked, and your thoughts and my thoughts will be shared. Please sit down and we will continue."
You no longer think this is a good idea, but you are curious and sit down on the floor next to the counter. As soon as you sit down, the link is established. Your body spasms for a moment as your mind becomes aware of new thoughts that you see the top of the counter in your mind while staring at the wall with your eyes.
"Many apologies master. Our link was to be a peaceful and calm experience. My memories are at your disposal. I offer everything I am to you."
Standing up is strange, you see out of your own eyes, and from the perspective of the clay. It has a 360 degree view. You leave the towel you had wrapped around you on the counter and pick up the clay. Making more of the clay is your best option for now after recalling the past of the clay.
You take a spoon, and begin to eat the softball size clay ball. It has a salty taste, but it's not unpleasant. After the last bite slides into the back of your throat, you nod approvingly to yourself. In a few hours, your body's solid waste will be more clay. You smile as consumption of the clay has many other benefits as you remember more of the clay's past. The clay is very happy, as consumption is the highest form of affection a master can bestow.
After a few minutes, hunger demands compel you the kitchen again, where you begin to eat until you are satisfied. After consuming all of the junk food and quick stuff to eat, you sit down and rest as you are not full, but you no longer feel the urge to eat.