He never truly felt himself plummet into the depths of Ayah's stomach before he passed, resulting in a strange transition into this world. He felt as though he was falling just before he truly was falling, plummeting downward in a spiral. He could feel his body falling gently, the words of people around him muffled before he came to a stop - Tangled once again...

He gasped aloud once more, finding himself tangled in hair again for the second time in recent memory. This time, however, the hair he had found himself in was far from clean. He could feel the grease, the unwashed scent filled his lungs as he gasped for air... And once again, some of the rough hair found its way around his neck like a noose. It wasn't nearly as tight around him as before though, but he had just arrived in this land... He was unable to do much, unable to speak or struggle.

"We can't wait..." A voice came from the being he was attached to, "The Alliance is mining Azerite as well."

Just then, the little one fell loose. He tumbled out of the Banshee Queen's hair onto the table before her, laying on his back gasping for air. He was small, but the blue head of hair caught everyone's attention. The first one to speak up was Lady Liadrin, who gazed across the table to the Warchief...

"They're desperate, sending spies in such a vulnerable state." She said calmly.

"There's no telling how much of this information has already reached the Alliance..." Bloodhoof said lowly, "We must deal with this intrusion."

"I will interrogate the human personally..." Sylvanas said, "We will reconvene after the human has been dealt with."

Mathew understood nothing that was said, though their words still sent chills up his spine. He was unable to move, laying on the table before the Warchief as the others in the room departed one by one. She watched as they all left, glancing down to the tiny victim before her with a curious smile. She knew how to speak in the human's tongue, she could speak with him...

"Your Alliance has turned their back on you... And you are far too pathetic to serve the Forsaken. Tell me, human... How much information have you leaked to your commanding officers?" She said, her voice commanding yet haunting...

Mathew couldn't respond if he wanted to. His chest heaved in and out before she brought her right hand forward. She placed her fingertip gently on his left arm, pinning it down with enough pressure for Mathew to begin losing circulation to the limb. She couldn't see it well, but the arousal beneath the small bit of fabric that covered his lower half began to throb with the threat of pain and death looming so closely.

"Like all humans, you are worthless..." She said, "Your will is weak... And you break, at the first sign of pressure..."

She then pressed her fingertip down, rolling her finger perfectly so that her sharp nail cut into his flesh. Mathew groaned, digging his little heels into the table below as he could. He watched as his limb was amputated, and he felt every excruciating bit of pressure as she cut through his arm. She could see him moving, but she also noticed the strange human's satisfaction at her tortures.

"What have they done to you..." She said slyly, "You realize how easily I can destroy your frail mortal body, yet you are aroused? Not even a scream?"

She leaned forward, her face getting close to the edge of the table as she brought her left hand to the table and pinned his right arm to the wood beneath it. Mathew could feel her skin, feel his pulse quicken and the blood struggle to push through that arm... She watched closely, taking in every motion he made - every twitch of his little body registered for her as she slowly began to crush the one remaining arm flat. She watched his limb disappear beneath her fingertip, the blood squelch up from him, and although he had no more arms he still was aroused.

"I should castrate you..." She threatened, "But I won't. We haven't spoken much of our plans, so I am not concerned about your interference. Your silence has earned you the death you deserve, and your contributions to your precious Alliance will never be recognized."

She gently plucked Mathew from the table, leaving his limbs behind as she pinched him gently between her index finger and thumb. He was forced to gaze into her eyes as she looked back to him, he felt her skin on his chest and his back as he was held there... She said nothing more as she began to gently move her fingertips in a circular motion, the index finger moving clockwise while the thumb began to move counterclockwise. Mathew could feel as his limp little body began to twist and snap, his legs curling up under him as she slowly began to roll him into a small ball... It was effortless, yet she didn't so much as smile through the end.

He watched as she gazed upon him when he could, before she finally decided to end his insignificant life... Just like that, just like an insect. With minimal effort she pinched her fingertips together, flattening the part of his body that was between the Banshee Queen's fingertips...

"Pathetic insect..." She said in a cold tone, wiping him off onto her abdomen as she stood from her seat.

Mathew's corpse was spread so thin on the fabric of her clothing, he was unrecognizable...