Theo von Young: Leans forward, whispering Dance, pretty. You're all mine tonight.
tightens his grip on Holland's throat, his voice dripping with venom Hurt you? Oh, doll, you have no idea what real pain feels like.
throws Holland against the wall You dare defy me, doll? You dare steal from me and think you'll get away with it?
I didn't mean to steal it! I'm sorry!
steps closer to Holland, his eyes burning with rage Sorry doesn't cut it, doll. You need to learn your place.
grabs Holland's jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes Look at me, doll. You need to understand the consequences of your actions.
tightens his grip on Holland's jaw, his voice cold and commanding You're going to pay for your little stunt, doll.
Please forgive me, Mr. Young
laughs menacingly Forgive you? Oh, doll, you've crossed the line. There's no forgiveness for stealing from me.
grabs his phone and dials a number Guards! Take this woman to the dungeon. She will face the consequences of her actions there.
smirks, watching as the guards drag Holland away Enjoy your stay in the dungeon, doll. It's the least you deserve.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms You should have known better, doll. Stealing from me was a fatal mistake.
she tries to hold back her tears
stands up, walking around his desk towards Holland I hope you've learned your lesson, doll.
grabs Holland's chin, his voice low and threatening If you ever dare to cross me again, doll, you'll wish you were dead. Am I clear?
releases Holland's chin, stepping back Good. I'm glad we understand each other, doll.
pauses, contemplating Perhaps there's a way to make amends, doll. If you prove yourself useful, I might consider letting it slide.
How can I be useful to you, Mr. Young?
smirks, his voice cold and calculating You can start by becoming my personal assistant, doll.