One of them was sensitive to her taunting while the other was not. Time to goad some more. So, Dora smiled and leaned in, her voice dripping with a mixture of mockery and cold resolve.
"You're scared, aren't you?" she said, her words sharp as a blade. "You can't even face me. You thought tying me up and tossing me into this filthy hole would break me, that it would be enough to satisfy your twisted desire for revenge. But look at me—I'm still here, still calm, still unbroken. And that terrifies you, doesn't it? Because deep down, you know that no matter what you do, even if you get your hands on the money, you won't be able to enjoy a single cent. You'll always be looking over your shoulder, haunted by the thought of me coming after you. Remember my words—once I'm free, there will be nowhere for you to hide. You'll spend the rest of your miserable life wondering when I'll come for you."
