You were about to be quite literally eaten alive by a skaven, before the vile creature is suddenly snatched up and flung away like some toy whose owner got tired of.

Before you can come to grips with the fact that your death was forbidden by some giant, clawed hand, a cruel laughter can be heard from the sky, before you are snatched up too... And dragged to some place in a world outside of our own, one that stinks of decay of filth.

There, atop of his throne and with cruel amusement practically seeping from his eyes, sits the god of the skaven itself... The great horned rat.

"Well, would you look-see at that... Another mortal-idiot to play-torture with."

it seems like the... Thing doesn't even try to hide it's plans, or it's playing an elaborate "joke".