He lays down some rules

Frank pulled out of the trembling mother, leaving her sprawled panting on the bed. He stood up and grabbed the pistol where he had left it, then climbed back onto the bed and roughly rolled Alexa onto her back, forcing the barrel of the gun into her mouth. She looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, making mewling noises around the metal.

"I'm gonna say this one fuckin' time. You ever come in my house without being invited, you will be the sorriest fuckin' bitch that ever existed. And you won't exist for long. Do you fuckin' understand me? Nod if you understand."

The frightened woman nodded her head slightly, whimpering fearfully.

"You come here when you're called, and how you're called. And if I tell you to crawl naked across the street to get here you'll do it. You come on your own, you better ring a doorbell or text me, because if I find you in here uninvited, I'll fuckin' kill you. Capice? Understand?"

She was trembling with terror when she nodded this time. Frank grinned savagely and stood up, lowering the pistol. Alexa sobbed as she looked up at him with beaten eyes.

"I'm so sorry! So Sorry Frank...I...I...won't...I'll be good....I'm sorry..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Frank sneered and gazed at her cruelly, slowly raising the pistol and pointing it at her face, making her cringe and whine in panic.

"You better be good, because if you aren't, this is the last fuckin' thing you'll see. Now get the fuck out of here. And don't come back till I fuckin' call you."

"Yes...I'm sorry Frank...I'm so sorry..."

"Just shut up and go. Leave the riding crop. If I call you I plan to use it on you until you fuckin' scream for mercy. Now get the fuck out."

Whimpering, Alexa scrabbled her torn clothes together and scampered out of the room. Frank followed her, watching as she picked up an overcoat and wrapped it around herself, her eyes flickering at him like a disobedient puppy expecting further rebuke. When she was done, she hesitated, but when Frank nodded toward the patio door she scampered out into the night, choking back sobs of despair.

Shaking his head, Frank closed and locked the door, wondering if Alexa would turn out to be a problem, or if he'd scared her sufficiently.