Chapter 146 Thunderous Slap

Hermit's ears were exposed and vulnerable to David's aggression. He enjoyed every second of it as he slapped Hermit's ears with a belt, each clap sending convulsing jolts of pain through Hermit's body, making him cramp with each hit his ears took. The goblin received hit after hit, again and again. Clapping of the belt and moans following after was heard in the alley, but no one was around to hear it. After several minutes of unrelenting whipping of his ears, David let go of the goblin only because he piss himself, from all the agony.

After the punishment David delivered, Hermit's ears defied all reason and his tunic was stained as he was laying in a puddle of his own urine. They were not only large and protruding but seemed to have a life of their own. Enormously swollen and pulsating, they dominated his head. The color was something out of a psychedelic nightmare, constantly shifting between neon green, vibrant purple, and an unsettling shade of radioactive yellow. Pulsating like a balloon being inflated and deflated in the rhythm of his elevated heart rate.

With each heartbeat his swollen ears twitched and pulsed with an eerie tempo, as if they had lungs of their own, gasping for breath. Each throb was accompanied by a strange squelching sound, like the grotesque melody of some surreal orchestra playing inside his head.

The burning sensation that Hermit endured was nothing short of agonizing. It felt as if his big meaty ears were dunked into a sizzling bucket of boiling oil. The searing pain would surge through every nerve ending, making his eyes well up with tears and forcing him to grit his teeth on the filthy rag.

While clapping with his hand on the back of Hermit's head, David said, "Now, listen carefully, slave! I am your master, and you are my slave now. So, I will give you an order. But don't worry, it is nothing you can't do. All you need to do is go back inside the guild, then walk to Helen. When you see her standing, run at her and slap her ass while calling her a bitch. You do the same to Lisanna. If you don't, much more and much worse punishment will be waiting for you. And don't even think about rating me out. if you say anything about me, the punishment will come. I will find a way to get to you, one way or another, no one will protect you from me. Now, nod if you understood."

Hermit, with eyes widened in sheer terror, nodded frantically, his face a contorted mask of fear, desperation, and agonizing pain. His whole body trembled as he cowered before David, who towered over him like an angry giant. And then, with a mighty roar of rage, David lunged forward, delivering an earth-shattering kick to the goblin's side.

The impact was explosive! Goblin flew through the air, propelled by the sheer force of David's kick, soaring impossibly high before smashing to the wall and crash-landing into a mountain of trash, which exploded into a chaotic whirlwind of garbage, and the putrid stench filled the air as the rubbish scattered around in a grotesque mess.

David turned his back on the pitiful creature, strutting away with a cocky grin. The sheer audacity of his actions left Hermit utterly abandoned and alone in the dark alley, his heart pounding with a mixture of pain and despair.

Suzuka, saw David entering the guild and looked at his smug expression with annoyance. She made her way over to Lisanna, positioning herself against the reception desk, ready to unleash her thoughts. "Hey, look who's back," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The puppy is back."

Lisanna turned her gaze towards David, a look of disdain etched on her face. "Goodness gracious, does that loser have nothing better to do than loiter around the guild? Go on a quest, loser." she scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

Suzuka couldn't help but respond, her voice filled with a mixture of annoyance. "What? Are you kidding me? If it were not for Larry, he would have met a gruesome end a long time ago. He is probably waiting for someone to carry him. Every quest I was on with him ended up a disaster because he kept on screwing everything up. I simply don't understand how Larry can possibly endure him."

Time seemed to stretch as Hermit gradually regained consciousness, his body aching with pain. With trembling hands, he reached up and desperately clutched the filthy rag that had been cruelly forced into his mouth. Summoning every ounce of his feeble strength, he yanked and tugged at the cloth, his efforts accompanied by guttural gags and choking sounds. Finally, with a triumphant gasp, he liberated himself from the wretched gag, leaving behind a slimy residue in his mouth as a grim reminder of his torment.

Hermit, with his face contorted in disgust, coughed violently, expelling the foul taste that assaulted his taste buds. His long, serpentine tongue slithered out of his mouth like a revolting creature of its own, wriggling and squirming. His tiny hands, barely larger than a mouse's paws, desperately attempted to clean the slimy residue left by the repugnant rag. Stroke after stroke, he scrubbed at his tongue with vigorous intensity, but to no avail. The more he tried, the worse the taste seemed to become, coating his tongue in an even more vile layer of grime.

Battered and bruised, Hermit winced in pain as he clutched his throbbing side where David's merciless blow had landed. Each breath felt like shards of glass piercing his lungs, and his face twisted into a grimace of agony. Limping with each step, he hobbled along the alley, his ankle aching from the force of David's stomping boot. The searing pain made it difficult for him to move quickly, his progress hindered by the relentless ache that shot through his body. Lost and disoriented, Hermit had no recollection of the way back, for David had transported him to this unfamiliar place within a confining bag.

"Ouchiee! Poor Hermit. What should Hermit do? Ouchieee! I am lost. Ouwiee! My little walkie-paw hurt. Oh! Poor me, what should I do, so many humans. They will hurt Hermit if they see."

With the sun high in the sky, the streets bustled with people, each passerby appearing as a formidable predator ready to pounce. Panic surged through Hermit's veins as footsteps echoed ominously behind him. 

"So many humans, poor me should hide. Find cover, fast!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he dove headfirst into a towering heap of putrid garbage, desperate to conceal himself from the prying eyes of those he imagined as ruthless hunters.

When the people passed by he emerged from the filth like a mutated creature. Hermit wriggled into a discarded wooden box, camouflaging himself as a mundane object in a feeble disguise. Through the narrow gaps in the box's worn-out frame, he peered out, his eyes darting anxiously in all directions. After some time, he cautiously ventured forth, using every last ounce of stealth and cunning to navigate back to the safety of the guild. Crawling on all fours, purely by luck he retraced his steps, eventually arriving at the very door from which David had snatched him. 

Hermit, with a face that could rival a wilting flower, crawled out of the box like a beaten dog, his limbs trembling with the significance of his weight. As he scuttled back inside, seeking solace within the protective walls of the guild, each movement seemed to be accompanied by a chorus of mournful creaks and groans. He clutched his hurting side, his grip white-knuckled and full of despair.

As he limped into the guild's main hall, his eyes fell upon David, who eagerly fixated his gaze upon Hermit, commanding him with a menacing glare to fulfill his every whim. It was as if David's eyes emitted an aura of dark power, compelling him to bend to his will, silently urging Hermit to do his bidding.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the room, Helen leaned against the reception desk, her every movement exuding an irresistible allure. Her silky voice danced through the air as she engaged in a conversation with Lisanna, their words carrying captivating energy. As Hermit surveyed the room, his eyes fell upon Helen who leaned seductively against the reception desk. 

Hermit was forced to obey every command from the mighty David, for he possessed no shred of freedom. Summoning the minuscule remnants of his feeble courage, which amounted to next to nothing, he limped toward Helen, his every step a painful struggle. With his head hung low in submission, a solitary tear welled up in his pitiful eye, symbolizing the depths of his despair. His feeble body, contorted in agony, clung to his side, while he shifted his weight onto a single leg, desperately seeking rest from the torment that ravaged his twisted ankle. 

Hermit winded up his tiny hand and summoned all his minuscule power. He unleashed a thunderous slap upon Helen's ass. With a voice not louder than a mouse he yelled, "H-Helen, you're a b-bitch!"

 The moment those words escaped his lips, he crumbled like a delicate flower. Hermit curled up into a tiny, pitiful ball, desperately trying to shield his feeble body from the harsh punishment that was coming. It was truly a pathetic sight as he covered himself from an upcoming beatdown. He knew that he did something unforgivable and that he will be punished in the most agonizing ways possible.

Meanwhile, Suzuka paused her conversation with Lisanna and scanned the surroundings, only to stumble upon the pitiable Hermit twitching on the floor. Hermit's feeble attempt at a slap was so laughable that it barely felt like a gentle breeze against Suzuka's cheek. It was like a mosquito bite, hardly noticeable.

With a mixture of annoyance and pity, Suzuka crouched down closer to the goblin.

 "What do you want now? What are you doing on the ground all curled up? Is this some kind of play, are you playing half-dead rat? Your so weird." she asked, "Go play in the corner or something, don't just lay on the ground like a fool. Someone may step on you. Jeez!" 

Hermit, in his miserable state, emitted a putrid odor that assaulted Suzuka's senses. The stench was unbearable, a vile blend of decay and despair. And to top it off, his ears had swollen to almost twice their size, grotesquely discolored and twitching like bloated balloons. 

With a swift and ruthless motion, she seized the pitiful goblin by its grotesque ear, raising it from the floor as if it were a mere plaything. The goblin, trembling in fear, cowered before her mighty presence.

In a voice dripping with disgust, Helen delivered her mean words upon the wretched creature. "You stink of a nasty stench that could rival the depths of the most spoiled sewers. What have you been doing? I took my eyes off you for a few minutes and you already got yourself in trouble. Have you scurried through the garbage like the gross rat? Look at your sorry excuse for attire! Filth clings to you like a second skin, as if you bask in it willingly. But why am I surprised? Your just a disgusting goblin. Wait! Is that the awful odor of urine that reeks from you? Ew! Aghhh! Your disgusting, you know that?"

But Hermit only begged, "Please, ouchee. Hurts everything, ouchies. Please, forgive Hermit. Ouwiee!" 

With a deep sigh, Suzuka seized Hermit by his ear, asserting her control over him. She carried him away to the restroom while dangling him like a mere puppet in her powerful grip. As they enter the restroom, Suzuka's grip tightened, and with a snappy motion, she slapped Hermit's pitiful form into the sink. 

He landed with a wet slap, resembling a helpless wet frog caught in the rain. His defiled tunic, a testament to his dirt and filth, is swiftly removed by Suzuka, revealing a body covered in grime and a stench that could wilt flowers.

Suzuka retrieved her handkerchief and drenched it with water. She tossed it at Hermit's face, commanding him to scrub himself with this makeshift tool while she attended to his soiled tunic. "Clean yourself with that," she exclaimed, her voice laced with a combination of amusement and superiority, "while I attend to your wretched rag."

Hermit found relief within the confines of a sink. Perched upon the cool porcelain surface, he sat in a peculiar posture, his body covered in grime and dirt. With a damp handkerchief clutched tightly in his hand, he painstakingly and methodically rubbed it against his soiled flesh. As the goblin gently rubbed his grimy body, the handkerchief gradually transformed into a disgusting cloth of filth, sticking to his skin like grime.

Meanwhile, Suzuka diligently washed Hermit's tunic, ridding it of its stains and stench, as if purifying it from the sins of its wearer. She positioned the newly cleaned attire on the edge of the sink, allowing it to dry.

Turning her attention back to the goblin, Suzuka looked at Hermit's swollen ears. She poured a gush of cold water upon the swollen appendages, providing instant relief to Hermit's tortured senses. The sensation of the refreshing water flowing over his abused ears allowed him to exhale a sigh of profound relief, his weariness temporarily washed away in the blissful deluge.