Ah!
The husky man in black armor, called Emika, screamed miserably at the top of his throat. His chest's flesh was mangled, and blood gushed out of him, while his Godhead was in the brutal bald man's grasp, and it was almost deformed by him. It would be shortly crushed. The man struggled with all his might, but he wasn't a match for his opponent, and his struggles turned weaker because he had lost too much blood. His injuries were too grave.
"Speak! I will give you the last chance. If you still don't say where the object is, I will, first, tear you into shreds before I crush your Godhead." The bald man was brutal, and he held Emika's legs with his hands as he spoke. He pulled them strongly toward both sides. The dying Emika immediately let out miserable screams, and blood started seeping from the end of his thighs.
Someone sighed. "What a pitiful guy!"