"BELLE!"
At her lover's yell, the young woman has half a mind to stop. But she doesn't, she instead continues her calm walk out of the building, not even bothering with closing the door. She's made her choice, now Sergei has to make his.
"Get back here, you damned woman!"
She refuses to allow her unborn child to be born in the world she inhabited for the past few months. She supposes she was lucky. Sergei quickly saw her worth and she spent most of her time doing the books instead of whoring herself like the other girls.
"Belle. Stop or I'll shoot." That makes her stop. That and the click of a gun's safety being switched off.
She slowly turns around, just to see who was holding the gun. She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Sergei aiming his handgun at her. Then she remembered what she saw him to to that one guard that accidentally killed one of Sergei's whores with his enthusiasm.
"Sergei...I refuse to live this life anymore. Either you stop this or I leave. You can't have your brothels and me. You have to choose."
His eyes tell the answer he refuses to speak. They both know that the rest of the guards he has in the building are watching from windows with their own guns aimed at the beautiful brunette. They both know that the guards are waiting for a signal. The signal being a gunshot from their boss or the lowering of his gun.
"Get back over here, Belle. I'll send someone for the drug to kill the little parasite. I'll keep you on the books, nothing else. You won't have a bastard's kid and you won't be whored around. Just walk back over here."
As his eyes flicker to the windows, Belle can see he's desperate to have some semblance of control when it comes to her. He's mentally pleading with her to come back, but he already knows she won't. She smiles sadly, lowers her head with a small shake. When she raises her head again, she looks him directly in the eyes, and prays he'll make the right choice.
"No one decides my fate but me."
She takes a step back.