18+ "Come here and help me." He commands. I don't want to seem too eager, but I climb to my feet as quickly as possible. When I look at him he has the wine glass to his lips, and he shakes his head at me. He promptly puts his glass down on the end table beside him, "no, don't stand." "What?" "Don't stand. It's a simple request, is it not?" I say nothing. He must've seen the look on my face, because he shoots me an impatient stare, "Crawl. Like the bitch you are."