You don't...

Fearing for your life, you let him have your bag. Your knees are shaking and you are sobbing, yet you can not buy feel a bit angry as he takes 200 dollars from the bag and puts it in his pocket.

"I'll take a special 80% share from you, bitch, just because you dared to work here without my permission", he tells you as he tosses you back your handbag. "That's for trying to play smart with me. But don't worry babe, you'll be making a lot of money for pappa from now on" he adds, as he sees your face grow even longer. "And don't forget, if anyone tries to hurt you tell him you work for Max. Max knows how to take care of his girls"

With that he is gone and you try to put yourself together, still shocked from your first encounter with a knife. The prospect of working for a pimp is not at all appealling to you, but at least you've secured a protector for the harsh job you've gotten into.