Here's a creepy one, I love to delve into the psychological world a bit so this may be a bit odd: The Warlock cringed as the stitches were once again sown to close the massive wound of her stomach. The Wizard was careful in her craft but not at all gently. The Warlock learned long ago that screaming is exactly what they want, the pain and agony of their prey to test what humans were really capable of or how long they could last. With the stitch complete, the Wizard floated over to her stand and set the bloody bone knife down. It hummed a very soft sinister tone similar to the Death Singers but more secular and joyful for lack of a better term. It floated back over to the Warlock and grabbed her face with its talons and jerked to look at her face. It's cold lifeless eyes gazed into the Warlocks for several seconds before releasing her and leaving. The Warlock sighed slightly as her bare body shivered in the cold room of the "medical research" room. Her arms and legs were bound by crude straps of some sort and the table was a jagged and cold stone that bit into her skin harshly. She tried to calm down to get her heart to stop pounding so hard, to decrease the bleeding. The Hive have a way of bringing their victims back from a near death situation and she was not about to go through that again. After a time, the Wizard came back with a large Knight. The Wizard spoke to the Knight and pointed at the Warlock, undoing her straps. The Knight grabbed the Warlock by the face and hoisted her up swiftly, letting her fall to the floor before grabbing her by the neck and dragging her outside of the cell with the Wizard closly behind. The Warlock let only her feet operate as they kept in pace with the Knight to avoid having her legs torn apart on the jagged stone floor. They walked down a series of passages and entered the main prison area for the Dreadnought. The large bell like prisons swung gently as the sounds of things screaming and wailing off into the darkness echoed all around. The Knight stopped and looked back at the Wizard. The Wizard was quiet for a time then chattered a bit. The Knight have a strange grunt of dispproval and growled, pointing at the prison cells with his free hand. The Wizard simply hissed angrily then quieted down. It spoke in a soft tone as the Knight contemplated what it was saying. The Knight nodded in response and dragged the Warlock once again towards the cells. The bridge the were standing on moved slowly as it swiveled around past the horrific long row of prisons. Until it reached a drop off in the middle of the prisons. The Knight once more looked back at the Wizard before hanging the Warlock over the edge and dropping her down into the bowels of the darkness below. The Warlock flailed slightly as it tried to move around in the absence of something solid. After a two minutes of free fall, she suddenly slowed down, just enough to where she would not die on impact. Her body slammed against the earth beneath her as she cringed and cried out of the sudden pain from her opening wounds from the numerous experiments before. Her body laid still for a while before she gained the strength to move. As she did, she heard a slight scuttling sound. She looked around into the darkness as gentle sickly green lights flickered in numerous spots just barely there to see. She sat up in pain and looked the sounds began. Nibbling. Hungry nibbling of something eating. Things that had an insatiable lust for food were everywhere. It slowly dawned on her that she was in a breeding ground. For the Worms of the Hive. Her body broke out in tremors as she looked around her in fear. Her arms wrapped around her as she tried to calm herself, she thought of her options. She felt exposed and fearful so she sat perfectly still, until something brushed against her leg. She reacted and slapped it away. The slimy thing cried out and dug downwards, getting away swiftly. The nibbling stopped as the cry echoed in the darkness. She paused and sat perfectly still once more. Then the next noise began, scuttling. The things began to move. Where she didn't know but they were moving. She tried to stand up as more things brushed her feet which she kicked away. She stumbled quickly in a direction as more things began to scuttle. Then the next noise began. Biting. The things began to bite once they found her. It stung as their tiny fangs dug into her skin and she kicked them away. They moved in packs, swarms, having found a potential food source or host. She felt the blood drain from her as she stumbled faster to get away. Then the next noise began. Voices. Powerful voices entered her mind as she ran away. They spoke to her, told her to care for their young, allow them to live inside of her, nuture them, so she may live for eternity. She shook her head and cried as she moved faster. The voices grew louder and the biting became more frequent. She shouted for them to stop, pleaded for it to end. Then the next noise sounded. A crack. The crack from her toes as they hit something hard and she fell to the ground and nearly opened her wounds again. She winced in pain as the things crawled over her, nibbling, tasting. She screamed as her voice was cut off by the things that wanted a host, that needed one. The Wizard came back several days later. A glowing green crystal was in its hand as it floated along and looked for the Thrall within. The Worms burrowed away at the harshness of the pale light. The Wizard looked around and saw one. It drew close and examined it. It's skin was a white tone, becoming slightly bleached from the lack of sun. It's eyes were a milky white as it fed on something with a savage lust and hunger. Its hair was dull and a mess. It's belly was swollen with an atonishing amount of something as it gorged itself on the feast. The Wizard snickered evilly and clasped a cold iron chain around the things neck. It dragged it along out, as the Wizard thought about the ways to create a new bred of Ogres for her King. The thing thrashed and yelled angrily as it tried to eat something again. The Worms inside of her writhed in hunger as the nibbled again, wanting more from their new benefactor.