"No, I'm a bad boy!"

"No, I'm a bad boy!" said Sam. "I'm disgusting and pathetic! I must be punished and humiliated until I know my place beneath you!"

There was a tense moment where the two of them just stared at each other.

For Sam, the moment started with pure joy. He'd finally told the beautiful Raven everything he'd thought about saying to her since she'd began working at the store. As the silence stretched out, he became afraid, wondering if she was actually mad and would get him fired or worse.

For Raven, she had to think about the implications of what he'd said. Clearly Sam must be punished and humiliated, but why? Who should do that? She also knew that he was beneath her, but what did that mean? She decided that he must be some lower kind of human, one that is naturally lazy and pathetic if it gets too much freedom and confidence. All his laziness at the store was because of this. Since she was above him and she was the only other employee, it must be her responsibility to put the subhuman in his place.

Raven was really, really pissed about having to be responsible for this disgusting, pathetic worm.

"Alright," said Raven with a snarl, "I'm tired of your shitty attitude, so I'm going to remind you or your place. Strip!"

Sam froze, unable to believe his dreams were coming true.

Raven slapped him hard, which was perfectly acceptable since he wasn't a full person like her. "I said strip, you piece of shit! You're going to have to earn the right to wear clothes again in my presence!"

Sam started pulling off his clothes frantically. He glanced at the window as he pulled off his pants. It had a lot of posters for new games, but anyone walking by could still peak through them and see him standing naked in the middle of the store. The risk and vulnerability of it made him hard as a rock.

"Oh, that's pathetic!" said Raven. "You can't even control your little prick?"

"I'm sorry!" said Sam. "This is just so overwhelming."

"Shut up! You're just a little worm, so lick the floor like a worm."

Sam got on his knees and looked at the floor below him. He remembered that Raven had made him mop it the night before, and he felt grateful about that. It was as if she'd been thinking ahead and looking out for him. He licked the floor tentatively, then started licking it regularly. He was determined to make her proud.

Raven picked up her foot and put it on Sam's head, pushing it closer to the floor. The treads on her black army boots pushed dirt into his hair. She looked down at him and said, "Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, turd?"