"I see you're tryna be obstinate," Finn said, leaning in on Sherry as if to say something.
"You should tell your son to comply. Trust me, he doesn't want his pretty face to be ruined." He urged, eyes heavily fixated on the youth just few meters away from him even whilst talking to his prey.
"Please, leave him out of this… I'm begging! Take every other thing. Just… leave him! Syril, you too should leave them. Don't get hurt because of me!" Sherry helplessly begged, her face still pressed against the counter.
Neither listened.
"Very well… Be a good girl by staying here. Watch as I scar this pretty face of your son," He said aloud, moving away from the counter, setting the woman he had been maltreating for God knows how long free.
Sherry slipped down from the counter, relieved from the anguish she had been subjected to. Her face was red and swollen. You could also see lines of dried tears on her cheeks, art made from terror.
