The knight moaned as the headache pierced him again. He was in a Gremlin base, of sorts. The last thing he could remember, was being smashed over the head. A blaring question echoed throughout his cage, probably from speakers.

"Where are they!?" A gremlin's voice demanded.

"Who!?" The knight yelled. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he yelled. The chamber compressed, beginning to crush him. He gasped in horror as blades began to emerge from the closing walls, about to puncture him.

"Where are they!?" The voice demanded again, as the first dagger began to break open his armour and flesh inside. A thin film of blood began to emerge from the wound, sprinkling onto the bottom of the cage.

"What are you talking about!?" The stricken knight cried.

"Where is your squad!?" The uncaring snarl repeated.

"I don't know! For the last time! I don't know!" He began to sob. Tears came from his eyes, washing away the blood and dirt from his face.

Interrogator Gra'rg turned away from the cage, and looked at his companion Gremlin at a terminal. "Kill this fool. He is of no more use to us."

The Gremlin complied, sending a lethal pulse of electricity through the spikes, frying the knight inside. The smell of burning flesh filled the small chamber.

"Get me a squad of Ghostmanes. I have a little hunting to do." Gra'rg said, walking out the door opposite to the corpse.

Should I really be working for him? The torturer thought to himself. These thoughts are heresy, I must expunge myself of them. The assistant began to take down the corpse. He knew that he would need the torture cage again, soon enough.