Victoria: I am going to teach you some manners once and for all!
Clara: No, please! Stop!
Driven by explosive malice, the woman in the peach dress confronted the maid kneeling on the floor near the American flag and violently slaps her face two to three times in rapid succession, knocking her sideways. Three hard, sharp impact slap sound effects echoed through the cavernous foyer, ringing out like gunshots against the marble. Clara cried out in pain, her head snapping to the side as the force of the blows sent her sprawling onto the cold floor.
Victoria: That is what happens when you cross me! Now get up and clean this floor!
Clara: You're a monster... a heartless monster!
Victoria: Keep talking, and the next lesson won't just be a few slaps to the face.
Clara: You won't get away with this. Richard will see the truth!
Victoria: Richard is miles away at a board meeting, and by the time he returns, you will be long gone.
Clara: I am not going anywhere without this little girl. She is my priority.
Victoria: She is a nuisance, just like her useless mother was before her!
Clara: How can you talk about a defenseless child that way? You're completely heartless!
Victoria: Wealthy families maintain standards, maid. Children who don't fit the mold are simply discarded.
Bright ambient light illuminated the scene as Clara lay on the marble floor near the American flag, clutching her bruised cheek in sheer shock and pain. Her cheeks burned bright red, tears streaming freely down her face as she instinctively shielded little Maya from further harm. Clara sobbed loudly, her body shaking from the physical assault and the sheer terror of being trapped alone with a deranged woman.
Clara: Somebody... please, help us!
Victoria: Save your breath. No one is coming to save you today.
Victoria stood over her triumphantly, adjusting the cuffs of her peach dress with an arrogant smirk. But her smug victory was cut brutally short as the heavy oak front doors suddenly shuddered under a massive, violent impact from the outside world.