He gets rid of them

"Take her out of here," Frank growled, looking at Marisol. "Tell her, when she's ready to listen, that when I call her again she can come back and I'll treat her like she deserves. Like she craves. But right now she's going home. You can take her or I'll drag her out of hear by her hair. Her choice. I'll be back in five minutes. You have that long to explain the deal to her."

He strode out of the room, ignoring Megan's sobs and Marisol's gasp, smiling coldly to himself. He sat down in the living room and checked his watch, relaxing as he waited.

Four minutes later the two women came out of the bedroom. Marisol had her arm around Megan who was sobbing quietly, her face streaked with tears. She looked at Frank with mute appeal, her eyes silently pleading.

"I got her dressed, but she's a mess," Marisol said worriedly.

"Take her home. Tell her I'll call her when I want her. Tell her that I'll put her in a cage again, or chain her up or whatever, but right now she goes home. Take her home and suck her fuckin' pussy. Keep her fuckin' calm."

"Signore..." Megan begged, sliding to her knees and pleading with him.

"You need to go," he said coldly. "Go with your friend or you'll be the sorriest bitch on the planet. Take her out of here," he snarled at Marisol.

Megan sobbed brokenly as Marisol wrapped her arms around her, helping her to her feet and hugging her as she pulled her towards the door. The Latina's eyes were wide with anxiety as she looked at him fearfully.

"You'll call her?" she whimpered.

"When I'm ready," he growled. "You too. When I'm ready."

"What makes you think I'd come back?" she whispered.

"You would. You couldn't stop yourself," he chuckled cruelly as he pushed the two of them out the door.

Marisol looked at him with alarmed and confused eyes.

"I know..." she murmured, as he closed the door on them.