Rico had never meant to treat Marissa like he was treating her, but the woman needed to learn her place and understand that he did what he pleased and always had.  What was so wrong with him changing her clothes?  He had only wanted her to be comfortable while she slept.  Well he was not going to back down and release her from the chain.  She was safer being in his house because currently he didn't trust Dawn.<br/><br/>He really was tired and knew that he needed some rest even if he didn't need a lot of it.  He walked into his bedroom and looked at her on the bed all curled up in the corner.  He didn't say anything to her as he went about changing his clothes not caring that she was watching him.  He slipped off the robe he had on and then changed his black lounge pants because there was blood on them.  He walked over to the bed still ignoring her he pulled the covers back and crawled in the bed.  He was laying there staring at the opposite wall listening to her sobs.<br/><br/>He listened to her for a little then sighed, "I like things my way so I can control what goes on around me."  Rico said and then continued, "You were weak and I wanted you to sleep comfortably thats why I changed your clothes and I feel connected to you and I am terrified if you are out there on your own, Dawn will kill you and I will not be there to protect you."<br/><br/>Rico never once rolled over to look at her and he hated the fact he was wearing his emotions on his sleeve.