SLAP.
SLAP.
SLAP.
Caretaker's hand whips across Whumper's cheek, snapping their face to the side. Whumper looks away the whole time, silent, as hot tears run down their bruised and bloody cheeks. They blink,
"Look, Caretaker, I'm so-"
SLAP.
They wince, scrunching their brows together before trying again.
"CARETAKER. I'm"
SLAP.
Caretaker strikes harder. Whumpee teeters to the side.
"I"
SLAP.
Caretaker strikes as hard as they can, taking Whumper off their feet. They slam shoulder first into the ground.
"LOOK I'M SORRY, OK," Whumper screams in desperation, writhing on the floor in agony as they clutch their injured arm.
Caretaker reaches down, dragging Whumper to their feet by their collar, and yanks them to eye level. They grit their teeth and grind out,
"Then. Bring. Whumpee. Back."