Chapter 175 The Broken Marionette

Suzuka and Lisanna stood outside by the reception desk, exchanging disgusted glances as they listened to the pitiful goblin's tormented cries.

"Just listen to that poor bastard scream. I think I know what happened to his poor belly," Suzuka remarked, her voice tinged with both pity and jest.

Lisanna shook her head in disdain, her face contorted with a mixture of disgust and disinterest.

"I'm not sure I even want to know. I bet he ate some dead rat or something. God, just listen to him scream," she said, rolling her eyes.

"No, he didn't eat the rat, worse. He drank my berries body oil, half of the bottle. I found it lying in the corner in the morning. I even warned him not to do so, and look where it got him. Screaming in the toilet, clutching the bowl for dear life."

Lisanna shook her head in disbelief.

"Your body oil? Berries body oil? That's... that's absurd! Only a goblin as foolish as Hermit would attempt such a feat. It's a wonder he's still alive," she remarked dryly, her annoyance with the goblin's antics apparent.

The sounds of Hermit's suffering continued to echo from the restroom, his moans and groans growing louder and more dramatic by the second.

"Well, at least he's getting a taste of his own medicine. Maybe this will teach him a lesson about eating and drinking random stuff he gets his hands on," Suzuka said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

Lisanna chuckled, "One can only hope. This goblin is like a walking disaster waiting to happen. Well, if nothing else, Hermit certainly keeps life interesting. And judging by the way he's screaming, it's safe to say he won't be making that mistake again."

Inside the restroom, Hermit's cries reached a new level of intensity as he clutched onto the toilet scrubber as if it were a lifeline, his guts churning like a whirlpool of chaos. His body seemed to convulse with each passing moment, and he let out a guttural roar that shook the very walls of the room.

"Uuuurghhh... Scruuubbbeeerrr... Grrraahhh! No... bad... bad scrubbbeerrr! Grglbleh... get... out! Leave... Hermit's maw... alone!" he bellowed, his words almost indecipherable amid the grunts and growls of a distressed goblin.

The rope dug mercilessly into Hermit's delicate ears, causing excruciating pain that surged through his entire being. He writhed and struggled, trying to escape the clutches of this cruel torment, but to no avail. His desperate attempts to speak or beg for mercy were stifled by the vile scrubber, leaving him with only gut-wrenching moans of anguish.

"Nnooo! Pleeeahh! Ssstahhhaahhp!" he managed to gurgle, his words distorted by the scrubber's obstruction.

With a guttural roar that echoed through the air, he tore the vile scrubber from his throat, flinging it to the ground, the grimy object landing with a wet thud on the restroom floor. His eyes blazed with a fiery resolve as he gasped for air, finally freed from the suffocating clutches of the abomination.

"Ghraaaaaargh! Filthy, vile, disgussssting! Get out of Hermit's throat, you nasty, evil thing!"

David, with a wicked smirk, taunted, "What's the matter, little goblin? Can't handle a taste of the toilet scrubber? Hahaha! I thought you loved the taste of feces. Isn't that your favorite food?"

"S-st-st-stop! Pl-please... let... me... go!" he stammered, his throat raw and painful from the ordeal.

But David was not done yet. He cruelly taunted, "Oh, did you finally find your voice, you sniveling goblin? Too late for that! You're going to pay for your insolence! Did you really think you could just stroll around town, and act like it's normal for a monster to just lollygag around? Oh no, I will punish you for your nerve. You will know your place, you vile monster." With a sinister laugh, he tugged the rope once more, causing Hermit's ears to twitch with agony.

Hermit's body trembled with exhaustion and agony, his chest heaving with each breath. His throat felt raw and tender, throbbing with pain, rendering his attempts to shout futile. Instead, he could only release a mixture of painful moans, each one a harrowing testament to the torment he endured.

"Whaaa... Pllleeeaaase... Urghh... help... mmeee! Somehone! Garhhh!" Hermit managed to plead, his speech still garbled and distorted.

Outside the restroom, Suzuka and Lisanna continued to hear Hermit's haunting cries of pain, sending shivers down their spines. The sheer intensity of his suffering was enough to chill even the bravest of hearts.

Lisanna, though seemingly indifferent at first, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor goblin. As they listened to his cries of agony, Lisanna dismissed his pain as a mere consequence of his bodily functions.

 "Poor Hermit, he is still fighting his bowls, why was he holding in his poop for so long? Now he's paying the price with his screams," she muttered, acknowledging the sheer brutality of his current ordeal.

Suzuka, though she had little patience for the goblin's antics, couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for the creature.

"Yeah, he may be a stupid goblin, but it's no wonder he's in so much pain. He said he was forced to hold his poop when he was a slave. It became a habit, and now he's suffering the consequences. It almost sounds as if he's being tortured, just listen to him grunt," she sighed, unable to ignore the anguish in Hermit's screams.

"Well, he is not a slave anymore. He should have gone to the restroom sooner, and now, just listen to how much pain he is in," Lisanna added, her voice tinged with a mixture of pity and regret.

Hermit's senses were overwhelmed not only by the agony of his tortured ears but also by the unbearable pressure building within his bloated belly. Desperation filled his eyes as he started to claw at the unforgiving knots, his tiny fingers trembling with pain and fear.

"Grrrrr! Come on, stupid rope! Get off Hermit's ears! Let go! Graaaargh! It hurts! It hurts so much! Grrrrrr! No fair! Grrrr, stupid knots! Why won't you come undone? Unhand me now, vile contraptions you! Let go of my precious ears!" he grunted, tugging and pulling with all his might.

But the rope proved to be unyielding, resisting his desperate attempts to free himself. Each tug and scratch only seemed to tighten the knots further, sending jolts of searing pain through his already bruised and battered ears. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as the pain intensified with every futile struggle.

"Oowwiee! Stupid knots! Stupid rope! Hermit's ears hurt so bad! Oowwiee! Let go, let go, you nasty rope! Hermit's ears are not for swinging! Stoopid, stoopid! I just got them back, do not torture the ears! Untie the knots, Master! Please!"

David spat in his face and said, "Shut that filthy stink hole, you freak!" He then back-handed Hermit across the face, his spit splattering on the wall from the force of a collision. 

As Hermit's strength waned and his hands fell limp, he dangled like a broken marionette, caught in the torment of his own anguish. The pain in his ears felt unbearable and tears streamed down his defiled face, mixing with the remnants of the filthy toilet scrubber that had violated his mouth. 

"W-wait, stop! Wreeeee! I can't take this any longer! Master David, please have mercy! I'll do anything you want, just let me down! Ughhhh!"

David's mocking laughter cut through the air like a sinister melody, "Anything I want, huh? Well, let's see how much you're willing to suffer, you pathetic goblin."

He couldn't understand why David took such sadistic pleasure in inflicting such cruelty upon him and asked, "Why... why, Master David..." Hermit's voice trembled with sorrow and confusion as he whispered through choked sobs.

David stood there with a wicked grin plastered on his face, reveling in the sight of the goblin's suffering. He seemed to derive sadistic pleasure from Hermit's agony, taking pleasure in the power he held over the defenseless creature.

With a snide chuckle, David taunted, "Why, little goblin? Why? Because you're nothing more than a worthless piece of trash, that's why! You're just a pitiful creature that exists only to be stepped on and humiliated. And now, look at you, hanging there like a pitiful puppet on a string, utterly helpless. But fear not because I found the perfect use for you - you will be my punching bag. Now that's a job fitting for a filthy goblin like you."

David assumed the stance of a heavyweight boxing champion, his fists clenched and eyes ablaze with spite, eager to unleash his fury upon the defenseless goblin. With every fiber of his being fueled by malice, he launched a barrage of weak jabs toward Hermit, each blow propelled by an insatiable thirst for inflicting pain.

"Eeek! No, no, stop it, please!" he squealed, his voice quivering in terror.

In a chilling display of cruelty, David inched closer and closer to the quivering goblin, taunting him with sinister shadow-boxing, his fists coming perilously close to landing with deadly precision. Hermit, his entire being engulfed in fear and desperation, covered his face with his small, battered hands, a futile attempt to shield himself from the impending onslaught.

Tears streamed down Hermit's dirt-streaked cheeks, his body trembling uncontrollably. 

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry! I-I'll be your s-slave, anything you want, just don't h-h-hurt me!" he cried out, his voice cracking with desperation.

But mercy was the last thing on David's mind. With a malevolent glint in his eyes, he lunged at Hermit, his fists taunting the goblin's frail body.

Despite the immense discomfort, Hermit clenched his teeth and buttcheeks to fight back the urge to defecate himself. His belly churned and sloshed with distress, and his face contorted with the effort of holding it all in. The battle between his bursting guts and the desire to avoid defiling the precious clothes he got from Suzuka waged within him, but he remained steadfast in his determination to keep the precious clothes clean.

Drawing closer and closer to the helpless goblin, David continued his shadow-boxing, tauntingly inching his fists closer to Hermit's cowering form. With the first jab, he shattered the goblin's feeble hand, sending it flying to the side, dangling limply as a testament to his brutal strength. The second jab followed suit, crushing the other hand and leaving Hermit even more defenseless.

"Mnnnhgffhreeee! Muffreee! Eeeeek!" Hermit screamed in a muffled tone.

His face was a gruesome canvas of agony, his delicate features contorting in slow motion as he helplessly watched the next jab ruthlessly collide with his nose, crushing it mercilessly into his face. Blood spurted from his crushed nose, adding a ghoulish touch to the already brutal scene.

"Graaahhhghh! Huefffghh!" More muffled moans escaped his brused lips.

Suspended in the air by the tight rope that bound his battered ears, Hermit resembled nothing more than a small, pitiful punching bag. His shattered limbs flailed helplessly as he tried to lift them up to shield himself from the relentless assault, but his feeble attempt proved futile against the unyielding onslaught. His shattered limbs flailed about helplessly, like the frail branches of a tree in the midst of a hurricane.

"Oh, look at you, you pathetic little goblin! Hanging there like a helpless puppet on a string. How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone stronger, huh?"

Hermit's grotesquely bloated belly became the unfortunate canvas for David's assault, transforming into a grotesque, pulsating punching bag. With the precision of a seasoned boxer, David unleashed a flurry of devastating jabs, each strike landing with bone-crushing force. Hermit's belly swelled and recoiled, sloshing and swaying from side to side while gurgling with grotesque squelching sounds, the impact threatening to rupture his guts.

"Can't talk, huh? Well, it's probably for the best. Your voice is as irritating as nails on a chalkboard," David jeered, relishing the sight of Hermit's suffering. 

"You thought you were clever, huh? Slinking around like some sneaky rodent, but in the end, you're just a pathetic little vermin, unworthy of any pity. You really thought you could infiltrate our town pretending to be a helpless, friendly goblin? To scout our town and kidnap little girls for your sick breeding farms? Well! Think again you rapist freak! Not on my watch you don't."

Despite the relentless pummeling, Hermit's determination to keep his clothes clean remained unshaken. His intestines, however, could no longer withstand the brutal force, and within his bulging belly, they reached their breaking point. A sickening squelching explosion rumbled through his insides, but still, he refused to yield, refusing to release a single ounce of poop and sully the shorts Suzuka gave him, the token of goodwill and friendship that he held dear to him.