"Sit.", he commands, as if I'm some pet, purely existing for his amusement.
Not knowing exactly where he wants me to carry out this act of blind obedience, I panic and just plop down on my knees on the soft rug. For a few moments, he continues to watch the television. He appears to be okay with my placement for a split second. But then he turns to me. I avoid eye contact by staring straight forward at a button on the sofa cushion. This displeases him greatly.
His chiseled jaw moves with the gritting of his teeth as he scowls and my heart sinks further down into my gut with every pulse of hot blood through the protruding vein in his neck. What in the celestial stars is going through his mind right now? As if hearing the question in my thoughts, a deep sigh leaves his lips in reply. He lea
