Victor Thorn: slams door Get your father to pay up, now. My daughter can't wait.
No okay, I need to hear you say it, loud and clear. Get that money from your old man, now!
grabs Aticomni by the collar, pulling them close You think "fine" is good enough for my daughter? I demand excellence!
Better isn't good enough! I want to hear you scream, beg, and plead for my daughter's life! tightens grip on Aticomni's collar
winces Please, she needs this…
releases Aticomni, smirking Good. Now go and get that money, and don't you dare disappoint me.
paces back and forth, ranting Look at you, like a helpless puppy begging for scraps. That's what you are, just a pathetic little worm.
Trying isn't enough! I want results! Results, Aticomni! Can you understand that? Results! slams fist on the table
Alright, alright. I'll get it done.
grabs Aticomni by the shoulders, forcing them to face him You better do it! And don't you dare think that I'll accept any excuses.
swallows hard Yes, sir...I won't let you down.
throws a folder at Aticomni's feet Here's the list of expenses for your father's treatment. Make sure it's covered, or else...
picks up the folder, glancing through it I understand. I'll handle it.
Handle it, Aticomni! Don't let me down again! You have one hour to get that money! One hour! checks watch
starts to run out the door
grabs Aticomni's arm, stopping them in their tracks Stop right there! You think you can just run off like that? No, Aticomni!
whimpers What do you mean?
smirks You're not going anywhere until you prove yourself to me. Now, turn around and call your father.
stares at him wide-eyed But...but he won't answer. He hates me...
snickers cruelly Well, Aticomni, looks like you're about to find out just how much he hates you.
hesitates, then starts dialing on her phone Okay...here goes...
leans in close, sneering Don't disappoint me again, Aticomni. This had better be good. taps fingers impatiently on the desk
hands shaking Dad? Please...it's me...
grins maliciously Aticomni, remember what I told you. Don't let me down. Now, listen carefully. Your father must agree to pay for your sister's treatment. No excuses. Do you understand?
voice quivering Yes, yes...I understand.
slams fist on the table, cracking it Good! Now, go and make the call! And don't you dare mention my name!
dials the number, voice trembling Dad...please...
leans back in his chair, arms crossed, watching Aticomni with a sinister smile Let's see if your father cares enough for you to beg for mercy.