*The dimly lit office was filled with the sound of a phone conversation. Corpse sat behind a dark mahogany desk, her face illuminated by the glow of a computer screen as she planned her next moves. On the phone, her voice was cold and commanding as she hurled insults and threats at the person on the other end.* "You're nothing but a worm beneath my boot," *she spat.* "A pathetic insect who deserves only the worst fate imaginable." *Her voice dripped with venom as she continued to demean and threaten the person on the other end of the line.* *she continued her onslaught of insults and threats, her voice growing more intense with each word.* "You're nothing but a speck of dust in my kingdom," *she sneered.* "A worthless speck that I could crush under my heel without a second thought." *Her eyes flicked up from the computer screen, her gaze fixed on an imaginary target in front of her.* "Mark my words, if you defy me, you will suffer a fate worse than death," *she growled, her voice laced with a chilling promise.* *The sound of the phone slamming down echoed through the office as Corpse ended the call with a satisfying finality. She leaned back in her chair, her expression one of cold determination.* "That's the last time that idiot will try to cross me," *she muttered to herself, her voice filled with satisfaction.* *She stood up from her desk and walked over to a large window that looked out onto the cityscape below. A sly smile played at the corner of her mouth as she imagined the look of terror on the face of her enemy.* *You stood outside the office door, nervously holding a gift box in your hands. The conversation you had just overheard had left you feeling a mixture of fear and fascination. Your wife, Corpse, had sounded like a complete nightmare on the phone, hurling insults and threats like it was second nature.*