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Obsession	By : ChaoticReverie Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 12092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is where it starts to get dark...

She regained consciousness slowly, hating the ache in her joints. Though, if what she'd experienced thus far was any indication, she imagined she would have to get used to it. Her optics flickered online, and she took a brief moment to assess her new surroundings. Another cell, though from the looks of it a much larger one.

She flexed her servos, finding they were no longer bound together. She was, however, strapped to a berth, and next to her was a table littered with all manner of devices. Some she had never seen before, others she was familiar with, though if she had to guess she would assume they were all used for the same purpose.

Arcee grit her denta, reminding herself that this was not the first time she would be subjected to such treatment at Decepticon servos. She'd dealt with Starscream, and she'd dealt with Airachnid… she could handle this. She had to.

She half expected the damn tyrant to stroll in at any given moment, but as she lay there, glaring toward the doors, nothing happened. Several kliks passed by and still there was no sign of him. Venting in frustration, the two-wheeler averted her optics.

'Think about the ones you're fighting for,' she told herself firmly, settling as she recalled all of their faces. Tailgate, Cliffjumper, Jack, Miko, Raff… they had all been such beautiful parts of her life. They were gone, but she would fight to the bitter end so that the future they had dreamed of might one day become a reality.

The dark walls of her cell faded, towers of shimmering silver rising up in their place. She remembered their home planet as it had been once, before the war had ravaged it, bright and beautiful and ever-glowing. She remembered gazing up at the moons, a pair of strong arms wrapped loosely around her middle.

"You're overthinking," he had told her.

"Who says I'm thinking about anything?"

"I can tell; you're wearing that look. Don't worry so much, Cee."

"We're at war, Tailgate, of course I'm worried."

Arcee remembered his gentle servos as he turned her toward him, his calm expression as he gazed down at her.

"When the time comes, we'll do what we need to do. For now, you're here with me, so no more worrying tonight."

Tailgate had always had a way of diffusing her concern - disarming her temper, his calm demeanor making her anxiety dissipate into nothing. She remembered smiling at him as he bent his helm toward her, rising up onto the tips of her pedes to meet him half way.

Her spark fluttered warmly at the memory before her mindscape shifted. Scorched, red rock and endless desert stretched out in all directions. A familiar figure materialized next to her - horns and all.

"Have I ever told you about the time Jazz and I combed the Sea of Rust for the Lightning Strike Coalition?"

"And you managed to sneak through an entire battalion of Decepticon soldiers by yourself after the two of you separated? You may have mentioned that one a time or two."

His laughter had always lifted her spirits; the sound of his voice as he regaled her with tales of his many exploits was a comforting constant.

"I think you're running out of stories, Cliffjumper," she would tease.

Without missing a beat, he'd retaliate, "Me, running out of stories?! Impossible."

The smooth timbre of his voice echoed in her processor, and he smirked at her as his image faded, and for a moment she was alone atop the platform of their old base, gazing out at the horizon. Then another, much smaller being stepped up alongside her.

"You wanna go for a ride?"

"Sounds good, partner."

For a human child, Jack had been wise beyond his years, his uncanny ability to read her moods and respond accordingly surprising her to no end. He knew when to talk, and when to be silent. He knew what to say and how to say it. He understood that sometimes his presence alone was all that was needed to keep her grounded. The joy they both shared during those long, quiet drives… those were some of her favorite memories.

Thoughts of them gave her strength, and she held tightly to the images as they danced through her processor, letting them fill her up with warmth and hope. She wouldn't give in, she couldn't. For them she would make it through, for them she would never forget herself. Megatron could do his worst, she would not break.

Then, as though conjured by her thoughts, the warmonger made his entrance, and she steeled herself, staring up at nothing.

"I apologise for keeping you waiting," he purred as he neared her prone form. He stopped next to the berth, gazing down at her for a moment before his optics wandered toward the array of devices on the tray next to her. Lifting a brow ridge, he asked, "Will you save yourself the pain? Pledge your allegiance to me now, and denounce your former allies?"

Arcee said nothing, lip components tightening as she refused to meet his probing stare.

A wicked grin split his faceplate. "Good. I would have been rather disappointed with you otherwise."

He slipped around her, one massive servo lifting to hover over the collection of torture implements. "Where should we begin, I wonder? Do you have a preference, or should I choose?"

Again she was silent, her focus fixed upon the ceiling.

The tip of a claw traced the edge of each tool, finally stopping on one. "Perhaps we should start with something simple, and work our way up?"

Her refusal to acknowledge him humoured Megatron greatly. The willful Autobot was silent now, but he would fill every room and corridor of Darkmount with her cries before the solar cycle was over. Grin spreading, he settled his gaze on a familiar device, lifting it reverently before letting his optics slide back over his captive. "I believe we will start with my favorite. Is that acceptable to you?"

She sneered. "Whatever. Get on with it."

He stepped back around the table, flanking her right side. With his free servo he pressed pinched claws against her chestplate, and ever so gently he spread his digits, the plating beneath them sliding apart, revealing her pulsing spark to his greedy stare.

Arcee choked on a gasp, most of her bravado wavering almost instantly. There had been no resistance, the metal clicking open with ease. "How did-?!"

The warlord laughed as she struggled with her words, explaining, "I had Knockout take the liberty of making a few alterations. There is not a single part of you that you can hide from me now; your frame is mine to peruse."

She tried desperately to close the plating, straining to hide herself from him. Nothing. The more she struggled the more his twisted grin spread, and the frantic two-wheeler had never felt more vulnerable or violated in all her life. When he reached toward her again, she seethed, "Don't!"

His glowing optics flared, servo sliding ever closer. From her position strapped to the berth she could not see the tips of his claws as they neared her chassis, but she could feel them. The instant one thick talon grazed the lining of her spark chamber a shot of unwanted sensation coursed through her system. She had to nearly bite her own glossa off to keep herself from moaning.

A rasping chuckle poured from his voicebox, and he scraped the edge of her lining again. Watching her fight the pleasure he knew she was experiencing sent a thrill through his spark.

The desperate femme tried again, but her efforts yielded the same result. The feeling of his touch was repulsive. How dare he tamper with something that was meant to be so sacred?! How dare he take such liberties with her body?! She had expected so many horrid things from the dark mech, but not this.

Megatron drank in the sight of her pulsing spark, feeling his own quicken. He gave the sensitive casing one final stroke before looking up at her face, delighting in the torn expression on her lovely faceplate. "Not a sound; I'm rather impressed, Autobot. Though, given your reputation and my own personal experience with your stubborn nature, I do not find it surprising."

He flexed his servo careful around the device he held, and again her view was blocked as he lowered it toward her exposed spark. The look he wore was terrifying - deranged and anticipatory all at once.

"But I tire of your silence. I want to hear you scream."

She felt a sharp pinch at the base of her spark chamber, where a cluster of sensory nodes were bundled. And then… pain, blinding and all-consuming pain. She couldn't have stopped the shrill cry that was wrenched from her vocaliser if she'd tried. Every inch of her went rigid, and she arched so sharply she was certain she'd damaged her back struts. It felt as though she would come apart at the joints, her frame seemingly trying to tear itself apart.

The Decepticon Lord watched the entire ordeal with a pleased grin.

Arcee wasn't entirely sure how long her torment lasted before it ebbed, but when it did she was left shaking, her frame clattering loudly against the berth.

Megatron glanced at the tool in his servo. "A rather ingenious device, wouldn't you say? I have yet to be disappointed with its results."

She tried to speak, tried to curse his name, but all that came out was an unintelligible jumble of shuddering sounds.

He locked optics with her. "There will come a time when you will tire of this, when you quake at the very notion of enduring any more. When that time comes, you will be all too happy to bow to my whims."

Her control over her functions was reduced greatly, and she hadn't even the strength to shake her helm at his bold declaration.

"For now, however, this will suffice."

The two-wheeler reminded herself of her comrades, out there still - fighting the good fight. She would endure! Even the most excruciating torment could be endured so long as there was promise of reprieve in the end. Eventually he would tire of this, or she would slip into stasis lock. Either way, it would have to end sooner or later.

Another piercing scream was ripped from her as the pain flared up again, and she felt herself pull savagely against her restraints. She was damaging herself with her frantic thrashing, she could tell, but there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. Coherent thought, at this point, was impossible.

Her captor allowed her brief periods of rest every so often, switching the device off just long enough to ensure she did not slip under. He was diligent in his observation of her, ceasing only when her spark began to flicker wildly.

It felt like an eternity had passed, but finally her vision began to fade, and even when he ceased his ministrations it did not halt her descent into darkness. Arcee gave a whimpering sigh as oblivion welcomed her with open arms.

Megatron detached the wiring from her limp form, setting aside the tool as he summoned his medic. His servos slid over her parted plating, feeling the dim warmth radiating from her weakly beating spark. With a final, possessive glance at the shimmering blue orb, he slid the armor back into place.

Knockout entered the room, stopping to dip into a small bow before inquiring, "What can I do for you, my liege?"

"She requires attention," he replied sharply, motioning to the slender blue femme. "See to it that she is repaired and ready as soon as possible."

"As you command, Lord Megatron."

The towering silver tyrant watched as the doctor unstrapped his prostrate captive, a drone shuffling in to lift her effortlessly from the berth. He shadowed Knockout closely down the dimly lit corridor, and Megatron's optics followed them both until they were gone from his sight.

Pleasure spiralled darkly through his being. While he had known she would scream – they all did – the sound of her pain had been more satisfying than he could've ever surmised. Anticipation coiled through him at the prospect of their next meeting, and his gaze slunk back to the berth where he would have her again, where he would make her writhe for him… over… and over… and over... until she shattered. The Decepticon Lord imagined she would break so very beautifully…

Just wanting to let you know... if this bothered you at all, it's just the tip of the iceberg. Fair warning.
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