23 Bleeding

Marilyn's POV "There's nothing you can say, Alejandro, I won't go and live in a club like some prostitute." I refuse to, I was on the verge of tears, but I couldn't let him see the effect he had on me. "Oh, but you'll go, remember how you owe me your life and everything you are? I saved you, I'm housing you, you need to pay back, but you know I have no qualms taking your life if you're not cooperative," He retorted, the hatred I have for me spreading in me even more. And to think I was trying to get to know him. "Why are you like this? What did I do? What changed?" I whispered, making sure the fury in my face is evident, he didn't mind though. "What changed is that I want you to leave this house and go to the club, you'll be working there anyways," he was getting frustrated, I could tell. As I opened my mouth to argue more, he pulled out a knife and held it to my throat. "I knew that would shut you up," he snickered. "Yes, it does," I shot back. He was still holding