Victoria: Stop screaming at the top of your lungs before you wake the entire neighborhood!
Chloe: It burns! It burns so bad!
Victoria: Quit being so dramatic over a tiny bit of styling smoke.
In a luxury American bathroom, a blonde woman in a silk robe angrily straightens a crying little girl's hair with a hot flat iron with ultra-realistic USA skin texture[cite: 1].
Victoria: Stop moving![cite: 1]
Chloe: You're hurting me on purpose!
Victoria: I am fixing your messy appearance so you look presentable for the gala tonight.
The flat iron burns the girl's hair, releasing smoke[cite: 1].
A sharp, unmistakable burning hiss echoes off the tile walls[cite: 1].
Chloe: My hair smells like it's on fire!
Victoria: Shut your mouth right now or I'll turn the temperature up even higher.
Chloe: Please, leave me alone! Let go of my arm!
Victoria: You will sit here and take this like a young lady, do you understand me?
Chloe: Daddy! Daddy, help me!
Victoria: Your father is miles away taking care of real business matters.
Chloe: He'll be home any minute now and he'll see what you're doing!
Victoria: He will see whatever I tell him happened, you ungrateful little brat.
Heavy footsteps resonate from the hallway outside the master suite.
Can the incoming help arrive before the abuse escalates past the point of no return?