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Obsession	By : ChaoticReverie Category: Transformers > Transformers: Prime Views: 12092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time for more fun.
His gaze slid carefully over her form, inspecting, pleased when he found all evidence of their previous time together was gone. Knockout had done his job well. While the warlord enjoyed leaving his mark upon her body, he did not want the femme permanently damaged. She was such a pretty little thing, and he intended to keep it that way.
A wicked smile split his faceplate as he continued to regard her, thrilled with her resistance thus far. He'd seen battle hardened mechs - several times her size - break under the kind of torture she had endured, but still she remained unmoved. The will of this one, the defiance she showed delighted him to no end. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time.
But she had rested enough. It was time to rouse her.
Arcee came screaming into wakefulness when a hot jolt of electricity rattled up her back strut. Her denta gnashed together, and she clenched them hard as the sensation continued, making her arch against her restraints. When the pain finally abated, she wasted no time in turning her head to glower up at the one responsible for her agony.
Megatron smiled genially down at her, an expression that looked horribly out of place on his scarred face.
"Are you well rested?"
She snarled at his mocking query, thrashing in her bindings, trying to get a servo free so she could clock him. Or gouge his optics out. Or something.
"I felt we could try something a little more traditional this time," he went on in pleasant tones, scrutinising the energon prod in his servo.
Arcee was reminded instantly of Knockout's choice weapon, though his was obviously meant for combat. The one Megatron held now was smaller, but no less painful. 'Meant for torture.'
"Bite me!" she hissed venomously.
Megatron chuckled at the odd phrase; something she'd picked up from her former human allies no doubt. Though, not the most well thought-out insult, considering her circumstances and her tormentor.
He flashed an anticipatory grin, one that was all teeth, and Arcee instantly regretted her choice of words. With the way he was leering down at her, she feared he might actually bend down and take a sizeable chunk out of her. The two-wheeler braced herself for the pain she knew would inevitably follow, the memories of his last visit still fresh in her processor.
While she knew she didn't look it, she felt like scrap. That was how he wanted it, she was sure. They'd made it a routine of sorts. Megatron would arrive and inflict all manner of unspeakable torment upon her, she would go under, and then Knockout would fix any damage that had been left from the tyrant's handling. Yet, aside from the most necessary treatment, the smarmy red 'Con never gave her the sort of medical attention she truly needed. She was left teetering on the edge of near unconsciousness at all times, denied ample recharge and given the bare minimum for energon rations. Her life had become a blur; the only thing tethering her to the waking world was the pain.
Streams of agony slithered across all her chassis, out to the tips of her extremities and back again. Her helm throbbed, sensors flashing in warning. It wasn't long before she felt herself beginning to overheat, circuits popping here and there, making light explode behind her optics.
Megatron watched with vicious excitement as his captive's helm was wrenched back, the sounds that came tumbling from her voicebox high and pained and frantic. It was positively mesmerising to behold. He took a quick glance at the monitor to his left, noting that her vitals were spiking.
The abrupt removal of the device had her reeling, trying to curl in on herself instinctually. Her bindings held fast, and she could do little more than twitch, her screams reduced to an unintelligible whimpering.
"Are you prepared to yield to me?" Megatron asked with a smirk, already knowing what her answer would be.
It took a great deal of effort on her part to stop the shaking, and an even greater amount to form words. "N-n-never, you f-filthy piece of s-slag."
The laugh that erupted from him was so loud it startled her, and she tried to flinch away when he bent, his faceplate mere feet from hers. He reached out with his talons, grazing her neck cables and down over her chest plate.
"Such spirit, even in the face of duress!"
She hated his voice, hated his face, hated his piercing red eyes that seemed to spear straight through her. More than any of that, she hated the fear he inspired in her. There were few who could claim such a feat, but Megatron was undoubtedly at the top of that list, eclipsing even Airachnid in her mind now.
"I d-don't want your attention!" she hissed, her voice still strained. "Just end m-me now and be done with it!"
He rose to his full, towering height, engulfing her in his enormous shadow. "I'm afraid it's far too late for that, little one. You have my attention, and you shall suffer for it. I will shatter that indomitable resolve of yours, rip it to pieces, and take great pleasure in watching your transformation."
When he brought forth the prod again she grimaced, but willed herself not to look away from his grinning countenance. She wouldn't back down that damn easy! Arcee was no stranger to pain, and if this was all he had planned for her, she would fight him… forever, if need be. Even a being with a near endless lifespan would eventually grow bored, and when that day came and he struck her down in a rage, she would be victorious.
Unfortunately for our two-wheeler, Megatron can be pretty creative. I'm sure he has a lot more up his proverbial 'sleeve' than she thinks. :/
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