The bottle moved slowly like a snail taking a leisurely walk in a forest. She groaned in agony as her veins writhed with discomfort, mirroring her own torment. Her hands and body trembled uncontrollably, while hundreds of tears welled up and cascaded from her skin.
Do you understand the feeling when something itches, bites, or stings a person, but they're denied access to rub the affected area? If yes, then you can interpret how Sherry was feeling as the bottle pierced and dragged down on her skin.
Blood pumped out relentlessly as the broken bottle danced its agonizing descent down her skin, each movement inflicting slow, excruciating torment. The pain she was going through was like a day waiting for night to depart.
"Haaaaaaa........" She screamed, her voice filled with anguish, drool mingling with tears as she pleaded desperately for mercy. The lady didn't care, Sherry had bitten the lion's tail and she had to pay for her decision.
Her heart has no space for mercy, she enjoyed seeing Sherry suffer, and she enjoyed her pain. The baby that played happily with her mother never knew she would also cry. Sherry never imagined she would shed tears for making such a decision.
She released her fingers. The broken bottle understood and landed on the floor. What made her stop? cause i and Sherry, including you reading, know it was not because of Sherry's outcry and pain.
Slowdown let's compare a particular feeling one more before we proceed. How will someone feel when itche, bitten and stung by something are given every opportunity to rub and take action on the affected area, then you will understand how Sherry felt after the piece of bottle fell off her arm.
She gently placed her soft, trembling hand on her wounded left arm, moving her fingers slowly as tears of relief streamed down her cheeks. Blóòd from the wounded area dropped on her clothes, she was bath with the water of blóòd. She regrets what made her wake up, she regrets everything that made her wake up.
"Yella!!" Masbel called with a very calm but very powerful and energetic tone, her voice cooked and seeth like a volcano. The cup in front of the invisible creature wearing slippers was lifted and placed back on the table.
Sherry looked up to identify who had a particular name with their name she would be able to know who was attacking her and who was not.
"Sera," she called out, casting her gaze towards the girl emerging from the dust.
"Masbel," Sera responded by calling her name. Finally, all their names have been revealed to Sherry and us. Then our confusion has partly come to an end.
"Do you realize it's against the very laws of nature to coerce or manipulate anyone or anything into doing something against their will?" she asked, lifting a cup and letting the breeze tousle her hair.
"Sure," Masbel responded and paced behind Sherry.
"So, it's against our rules to make Sherry come with us?" She gulped down the contents and let the container slip from her grasp.
"Rule is rule," Masbel declared with a shrug as if it were a statement as immutable as the stars in the night sky.
"Sure," Sera concluded with a decisive nod, closing the discussion with unwavering certainty.
"Law is law," she added with a firm tone, emphasizing the unyielding nature of their principles.
"Sure."
"Principle is a principle."
"Yeah, spill the beans already, Masbel," Sera chimed in, her tone laced with irritation and impatience. "You can't show a fish water and then wait for it to die before letting it have a taste of it," Sera asserted, her tension palpable as she awaited Masbel's revelation.
Sherry didn't get their words but she supported what Sera said about Masbel forcing her to accept her offer.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" She paused 
"I would love to disobey. No, I would love to obey. Thank you for reminding me about the law, if not i would have ended her life to show I don't take back my words." The room was dimmed when she made the statement and brightened up when she landed it.
"Uhhhh," the ugly parrot blared. At least the parrot was denied the right of communication if not everything might be rougher than this.
"There's a thousand ways to make a baby cry but only a few ways to stop them from crying."
"Yes, more than a thousand ways, Masbel." Sera didn't fail to back up her words.
All her family members were just sitting comfortably with their hands folded and their ears giving serious attention to what had been said but the funny thing is that they didn't decode the information but only listened.
"There's a thousand ways to start a problem but few ways to resolve it." She said staring at the blank space.
"And the same rules are passed down to everyone. One way is to be Born and another is to Die!" She turned her voice and placed her fingers on Sera's shoulder.
"Sure, so far you're alive then the end of the lifecycle is also to be fulfilled," Sera enjoyed all the words she said but Sherry was not getting her points.
"Hope you know the same water that saves life can also take life, not only that, do you know that fish live inside water but that same water is used in cooking fish?" Masbel asked leaving Sera to Mr Toes.
"Yes, but some water is quite different. You know that fresh and salty water is healthy for fish and it will never cook fish but hot water is not friendly to that same fish. To bundle out my point we are not forcing her to follow us but she will follow us back to the land of no return willingly and that's final, Masbel." Sera rebelled peacefully.
Masbel was silent, she needed to think fast and super faster, Sera had stated out law to be observed, so she had no right to escape or divert it.
"Yes, and that's what's about to happen right now," she declared gently, placing her hand on Mr. Toe's head with a reassuring touch.
She didn't play soft on Mr Toe's head, the anger that Sherry refused to follow them to the unknown land made her mad and burn with serious anger.
"Don't hurt him," Sherry pleaded, attempting to rise from the chair, but she was pushed back down with a forceful hand.
She ruffled his hair.
Mr. Toe was feeling the pain, but he was rendered speechless, unable to voice his distress. He seemed resigned to simply endure the agony, without any means of defense. He enjoyed being in pain.