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Obsession	By : ChaoticReverie Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 12092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters featured on the show. I am not making any kind of profit from this. It is written for your enjoyment and mine.

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We get a little glimpse into what our favorite villain has in store for the heroine...

"I trust you are feeling well?"

The small room suddenly became ten times smaller as her captor stepped through the threshold, his immense size filling much of the space. His deep, mocking tones boomed all around her, and the two-wheeler winced at the sound of it. She maneuvered up onto her pedes and glared defiantly at him as he approached, his amused leer making the anger within her burn all the more brightly.

Arcee withheld a scathing remark, pulling fruitlessly against the bonds that secured her servos behind her back. She knew the likelihood of her weapons still being accessible was slim, but she tried them anyway, and scowled deeply when nothing happened.

Seeming to know what she had just attempted, Megatron let a raspy chuckle slide from his voice box.

His approach did not cease at the entry, and he loomed ever closer, forcing her to back away in turn. The tips of her winglets met the wall of the cell, and she flattened herself against it as best she could, never once averting her gaze. The Decepticon tyrant stopped within arm's reach of her, and when he knelt she tilted her helm to the side, trying to put as much distance between them as she was able. Having her servos cuffed behind her back made it difficult to do, her frame arching outward a little too invitingly.

The hulking warlord reached out with one claw, faintly tracing the mark he'd left on her chest plate. His red stare slithered over her, taking in the gently sloping curves of her slight, slight frame. She was so small, his little captive, but delightfully defiant. His gaze wandered lazily to her face – which was currently turned away from him – tracing the thin, blue border that outlined her expressive optics.

His servo lifted minutely, talons grazing her lip components. "Lovely."

"Don't touch me," she hissed, trying to repel him.

His smile was smug, brow ridges tilting as he reminded her, "Not that long ago you engaged me in single combat so that I might grace you with my attention."

She frowned. "Not this. This was never what I wanted."

He rose, taking a step away from her and clasping his servos behind his back. "What you want is no longer important. You belong to me now."

She withheld the immediate urge to deny him, but instead chose a different tactic. Meeting his gaze again, she observed, "I would have assumed you'd be the type to want subservience from your subjects."

"You would be correct in your assumption," he verified with a nod.

Pushing herself off of the wall, she ventured, "Then why me? I hate to disappoint, but I've no plans of betraying the Autobot cause. You're wasting your time."

Another low chuckle was her response. "As luck would have it, time is something I now have in abundance, and I am a patient mech."

Arcee tried another avenue. "Have no other femmes added themselves to your ranks? Surely, amid all those who've arrived recently, there must have been at least one other?"

"Indeed."

"Then why not enlist them for your… entertainment? I'm sure they would be more than happy to scrape and bow to you."

Megatron narrowed his optics as he regarded her. "Precisely, which is why I've no interest in the likes of them."

The two-wheeler blinked up at him curiously.

"I've no intention of indulging sycophants. Despite my current status, and no matter how high my title may climb, there will always be a gladiator at the core of me, and a gladiator loves nothing more than a good challenge."

Where she'd been somewhat confused before, the blue femme was now completely baffled. Shaking her helm, she spat, "You're not making any sense! You said you wanted submission, but now you're saying you want a challenge?"

The dark grin that split his faceplate was all teeth, and Arcee was instantly wary.

"You see, my dear, the fight is half the fun, and it only makes victory that much sweeter." He unclasped his servos, lifting one in her direction – talons splayed as though reaching for her. "Submission that is given freely isn't half as gratifying as the kind that is gained through… other means."

As he finished speaking his clawed digits curled into a fist, which he then dropped to his side. Two drones filed into the room behind him, along with the Decepticon medic, who shot a devious glance in her direction.

"I will very much enjoy breaking you, Arcee. Taking you apart, piece by piece, until there is nothing left of who you once were. When you are at your lowest, I will build you up again, and mould you to my liking. Then you will be all too eager to obey me," Megatron promised darkly, relishing the fearful glint he caught in her expression.

His own countenance turned mockingly sullen as he shifted away from her. "I wish I could stay so that we might… begin our little game, but unfortunately I am otherwise occupied at this time."

He lifted one brow ridge as he glanced at her from the corner of his optic, his mournful facade instantly melting away as he purred, "I will, of course, return at the earliest convenience."

The small femme felt fury lance through her as he turned to leave, and she cried out at his retreating back, "I don't care what you do to me, I will never bow! Nothing could ever bring me to care for you!"

The towering warlord laughed outright at her mistake, looking back over one spiked pauldron as he clarified, "It is not your adoration I seek. I want only your obedience."

Striding from the cell, he paused only a moment to issue a command to the smirking medic. "Ensure she is properly prepared, Doctor. I wish to begin as soon as I am able."

Tipping into a small bow, Knockout replied, "But of course, my liege."

As soon as the tyrant had exited the cell the drones were advancing on her, pushing her toward a corner. Unwilling to let herself be herded, Arcee struck out at one of them with a pede, though having her arms restrained made balancing difficult. She missed, and before she could make a second attempt they were upon her, pushing her to the ground and pinning her there. The red mech's syrupy voice came from above her, and she twisted her helm to glare up at him.

"Lights out, little two-wheeler," he snickered, twirling the long, white prod in his hand.

He jabbed it viciously into her back strut, and pain enveloped her briefly before she was once again swallowed by the darkness.

Hope you enjoyed the second installment. Not as long as the first, I know, but chapter lengths will vary throughout the story.
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