She is cowering behind a chair in a big room. She is afraid of many things, but mostly of his anger. At the same time, she is grateful to have his anger; his anger is better than his dismissing her entirely.
She made a huge mistake in questioning him and will now pay dearly for that mistake. She was ignorantly jealous of his time and let her big mouth open and speak without firstly thinking back to what she knows of his truth.
He has never lied to her. He has never been anything other than himself to her. He is the most real man she has ever met. She knows she deserves anything he feels he needs to punish her with. She only has one prayer; that he does not leave her. She feels tears slowly falling down her cheeks, she wipes them away so he will not punish her for those too.
She hears the door open and trembles in fear of his wrath, but excites at the nearness of him. She is confused as to how she can feel both at the same time; wanting him closer and yet wanting to run far away. She closes her eyes briefly and tells herself to accept him..... whatever his punishment,, she wants him.
He has not spoken yet and she realizes that he is waiting for her. She quickly gets on her knees and crawls to him keeping her eyes on the carpet. She only stops when she reaches his shoes. She waits.
He asks her why she is dressed. She quickly strips leaving her shirt and jeans in a ball in the floor. She continues by unhooking her bra and letting it fall. She slips off her panties and hands them to him. He throws them on the floor in disgust.
He tells her there is no need to waste time explaining to her what she did wrong,, they both are very aware of her error.