There was silence on the other end of the line, but she didn't stop.
"I want to see her beg. I want to see her cry. I want to see her lose every drop of pride she carries. Do some nasty things to her," she continued, her tone ice-cold. "Break her. Humiliate her. Shake her so deeply she doesn't even remember her own name."
Her jaw clenched, and her voice tightened even more.
"Let there be a record—proof. I want to have it with me. So even if she somehow survives this, she'll never be able to lift her head again in public. She'll live with the shame forever."
She leaned forward on the table, her grip on the phone tightening.
"That's how we destroy her. Not just physically. Emotionally. Publicly. Completely."
Victoria's lip curled.
"She'll learn what it means to mind her business. She'll learn what it means to cross the wrong people. And next time—if there ever is one—she'll keep her mouth shut."
