Jennie Wilson POV

Tears dwelled on my eyes but I refused to cry in front of this egoistic bastard. I pried off his hand.

" Why does it bother you what I would do? Whether I will sell myself or not? You are no one to certify me to what I am and better mind your own f***ing business!"

I hissed at him and walked but he caught me easily and veered me around and pressed me against his solid chest. 

" You are such a weakling and piteous, and it's always nauseating watching you beg around for mercy, but now all of a sudden, you think you can talk...