room was dimly lit, she could just barely make out his shape perched on the edge of the bed. "Kneel." Anna swollowed nervously, then obeyed. The steel in his voice didn't give room for much else. She rested on her knees, across the room in the dark. Waiting. Time seemed to tick by, and every second she grew more nervous, more regretful of this decision. Twice she parted her lips to say something, to back out, or ask what he wanted, but both times she decided against it and kept her silence. Finally he spoke again. "Come here." Anna went to rise from her knees, and his voice cut harshly through the room- "Did I say to stand?" She froze, and then uncertainly kneeled back down. "Crawl." This order was issued with a kind of bemused arrogance that stung her