Chapter 192 People Bad, Gobbie Friends Good

Suzuka and David stood, their eyes fixed upon the goblin sprawled on the ground. Hermit appeared a twisted wreck, with lumps, bumps, and bruises marring his wretched form. He clung to life, his feeble attempts at movement resembled that of a crushed worm still crawling away. His dislocated limbs dangled at odd angles, resembling gnarled tree branches. His butthole gaped wide, farting and bubbling foul emissions of whitish, filthy liquid.

Hermit's wretched body was exposed, his naked form lay on cold stone pavement. His once-cherished, now poop-stained shorts and filth-soaked tank top were clamped tightly within his mangled mouth, his biting grip unyielding. He refused to release these pitiful rags, to him it was the most valuable treasure bestowed upon him by his master Helen. He clung to these tattered remnants, a grotesque parody of possession, even as he continued to crawl. His body, now a grotesque mass of mangled flesh, trailed behind him like a crushed worm, leaving a nightmarish smear on the stone tiles.

 With each agonizing inch, he moved forward, his grimy chin scraped painfully against the abrasive surface, a testament to the futility of his efforts.

In this traumatic ordeal, Hermit's mind had fractured like shattered glass. He muttered incessantly, like a malfunctioning record player stuck in a haunting loop.

 "Forest safe... town bad... people bad... forest safe..." His words were a mournful mantra, a desperate plea for escape from the malevolent world that had brought this gruesome fate upon him.

 "People bad... gobbie friends good... need escape... need escape... gobbie friends good... people bad... forest good, forest safe... people bad... forest safe..." The words echoed through the eerie stillness, a haunting lament from a goblin broken by the harsh hands of the people he sought to walk among.

Suzuka crouched down and leaned closer to Hermit as he continued his desperate crawl. She spoke in a tone that was a bizarre blend of mock sympathy and vindictive satisfaction.

"Hey there, old chap! How was your little playdate with David, huh? Bet you had a blast, didn't you?" she sneered, her words dripping with mockery.

  She leaned in even closer, her face contorted into a cruel grin.

 "What's that? Huh? Can't quite hear you, Hermit. Is that what it feels like when someone you trust betrays you? Hmmm?"

Hermit's goblin features contorted in pain and frustration as he struggled to respond. His attempts at speech were incoherent, reduced to a series of guttural grunts and wheezes. His face turned to Suzuka, his head shivering akin to a poisoned rat on its last legs.

Suzuka's voice grew even colder.

 "Remember when you ratted me out to Larry, Hermit? Telling him all those lies about how I mistreated you? Well, consider this your punishment." She paused, savoring the moment, before adding, "Enjoy your little dance on the tiles, Hermit. You've earned it."

A chilling sense of dread began to envelop David like a suffocating fog. The thought gnawed at his mind that one misstep, one errant word, could cast him into the same nightmarish fate that had befallen the wretched goblin. Suzuka's unpredictable wrath loomed like a shadow, and David clung to his silence, fearing the consequences of disturbing her.

Hermit, the battered and broken goblin, continued his agonizing crawl by sheer force of will. His eyes were mere vacant slits, half-shut against the torment. His head trembled uncontrollably, reminiscent of a shivering puppy lost in the bitter winter cold.

Suzuka leaned closer to the injured goblin. Amidst the sea of bruises, lumps, and dislocated limbs, something peculiar caught her eye. A strange, white cream was splashed on Hermit's ears. With cautious intrigue, she dipped her finger into the substance, rubbing it between her fingers as her brow furrowed in confusion.

Turning to David, her voice tinged with both confusion and concern, Suzuka asked, "What the hell is this?"

David timidly looked away and cowardly whispered, "I believe it's semen."

Suzuka looked at David with disgust and said, "You sick bastard, just because you can't find a girlfriend it is not right to rape the goblin."

David burst into panic with excuses, "No no no no no no no! It was not me! It was that last bastard who did it, I tried to stop him but he was like possessed! He started to beat the goblin and undress him, and then the screams of the goblin. I intervened but he pushed me away and I fell hitting my head on a corner of a box. When I woke up, the goblin was in this state. I swear to you, I would never do something so sickening. You have to believe me!"

Suzuka said, "Alright, alright. I don't care either way. I need to tend to this damn goblin before he keels over. First... well... I need to realign his dislocated limbs."

She leaned closer to Hermit's ear and said, "Hey, old chap! You better bite down on these filthy clothes, It is going to hurt. But hey! You must be used to pain by this point. I'm sure you will be fine." 

Suzuka wasted no time. She seized one of Hermit's legs, contorted so severely back that it nearly touched his head, and forcefully yanked it back into its proper position. Hermit's scream filled the air, echoing like a pig was gutted alive, "WREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

 His body arched in agony, contorting so much back that his head almost met his butt, and even a stream of shit farted from his butt, sputtering scats of feces on the back of his head. A moment later, he went limp, collapsing back to the ground and mumbling through gritted teeth, "N-no m-m-more... p-p-please..."

Without hesitation, Suzuka turned her attention to his other dislocated leg, twisted in a grotesque manner. With a swift and circular motion, she rotated the leg until it popped back into its socket, causing Hermit to scream in torment once more, "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The pain was so excruciating that even his toes curled involuntarily as he writhed in agony, muscles spasming uncontrollably while he piss himself.

Next were his arms, tangled behind his back as if tied in a knot. Suzuka grabbed his scrawny hands and forcefully pulled them outward, popping them back into their rightful places. The pain was unbearable, and Hermit let out a final, shrill yelp before fainting, "EEEEEK!" overcome by the intensity of his suffering.

Suzuak said before continuing, "Well, good for you, Hermit! Your sorry limbs are not broken. Lucky you! And now, it's time for the potion." 

She seized Hermit by the top of his misshapen skull. She pulled his head back with a force that seemed to defy the laws of anatomy, causing the goblin's mouth to stretch open impossibly wide. In this grotesque spectacle, Hermit's tattered rags, which he referred to as his attire, tumbled to the ground out of his mouth. He wheezed pathetically, desperately gasping for a breath that seemed elusive.

With a flick of her finger, Suzuka uncorked a small vial containing a potion infused with her healing blood. She poured the elixir into Hermit's agape mouth, filling him with its miraculous vitality. Then, without hesitation, she snapped his jaw shut and delivered a sharp, stinging smack across his gnarled face. The force of the blow compelled Hermit to swallow the healing elixir, against his sputtering protests.

With the elixir coursing down the goblin's throat, Suzuka let go of his head resulting in him smacking face first to the ground, and rose to her feet. David, his fear momentarily eclipsed by relief, refrained from asking any questions. For now, he was just grateful that the goblin had survived, sparing him Larry's wrath.

Suzuka turned to David and spoke, "Well, I've given him a potion. Now, we wait until he wakes up. And just in case, I have another ready if one is not enough. But, when he's back on his feet, I'll have him drink it as a precaution anyway."

A wave of gratitude washed over David, and he stammered out, "Thank you, Helen. You saved me from a world of trouble. I'll stay far away from this freak; this goblin isn't worth the hassle. He's nothing but trouble, and I don't need that right now."

Suzuka drew closer to David, her expression serious, and said, "Now, now, David, our business isn't finished just yet. Not by a long shot."

David stirred and asked, "Wh-what? What do you mean? We're not finished?"

Suzuka walked up to David and gave him a playful tap across the face, saying, "Oh, David, I hope you have a good memory because we're going to pay a visit to the people who did this to Hermit."

David stammered, his fear returning as he stuttered and quivered, his voice trembling in fear, "B-b-but there aren't many to look for, th-this one freak, he unleashed hell upon Hermit! Others! They merely grazed him with their feeble attempts, and only gave him a few scratches and a black eye. And then, there were these girls who got snatched by goblins and got bred, they wanted to get back at the goblins. So, I offered them Hermit as, like, a way to vent their frustration. They started slapping and smacking him across the face and kicked him right in his goblin jewels. But, after Hermit... well, you know, had a bit of an accident by shiting and pissing himself and crying about being on a quest for friendship, they stopped and just left him alone. Then, a few other men got disgusted by how pathetic Hermit was and they left after a few hits. I'm telling you, Helen, if not the last guy I would have brought back the goblin safe."

Suzuka's expression remained stern as she replied, "Alright then, I hope you remember the face of that one 'freak' you're talking about, or I'll be beating your ass."

David squealed in terror, "I do! I remember! I will show you where to find him."

"Good!" She playfully tapped David's face again, "Very good. When Hermit recovers, we will go and pay him a visit. As for now, let's just wait a few minutes. It shouldn't take long for the potion to take effect."

True to her words, Hermit's body started to undergo a miraculous transformation. The swelling and bruises that had marred his goblin form began to fade away as if they were mere shadows. Ten minutes later, he looked as if he had never been injured at all. Even his gaping butthole had miraculously returned to its normal state.

A few more minutes passed, and Hermit began to stir. His quivering head turned to one side, and he blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then he turned his head to the other side and blinked again, confusion etched deeply on his battered face.

Hermit whimpered, "Wh-where... am I? W-what... happened?"

 He lay on the cold pavement, his filthy clothes strewn next to him. For a moment, he stared at his clothes with a blank, vacant expression, as if they held the key to some profound mystery.

He murmured, "T-treasure... precious treasure? Filthy... not treasure..."

With a slow and stupefied movement, he began to look around again, his eyes darting frantically, trying to make sense of his disorienting situation. His head quivered like a newborn puppy shivering in the bitter cold. Fear and bewilderment overwhelmed him, and he began to mutter and whimper incoherently.

"M-Master? F-friends? Anyone? H-hurts... hurts so much. Why? Why bum bum hurt... ouchies."