"I hate you."
"..."
"I love you."
"Hm."
"I hate that I love you."
+=+=+
Helm slumped over, I stare at the energon stained ground, both old and new puddles surrounding me. Servos chained above me, they continue to grow numb, as do my pedes, chained to the floor.
Cramps shutter through my frame, causing me to lightly wince.
:LOW ENERGON LEVELS:
Well no scrap.
In this deplorable cell, no energon has been provided, the only positive thing I have received is the time to ponder.
On the Decepticon warship.
Why did I let him take me?
When he grabbed, I didn't struggle.
When he shot at my friends, my spark didn't flutter.
How can I let him do this again?
The sound of a heavy door opening behind me rouses my attention, heavy pedesteps slowly coming up behind me.
Helm hanging down, I continue to stare into the floor, optics seemingly searching for something.
Two large grey pedes move into my lowered view. Helm being forced up by a sharp digit, my optics remain dark as I stare into crimson red optics.
"Well, well, well. I didn't believe the rumors could be true."
Scarred faceplate smirking, a figure from my past digs into my memory.
"After all these years, (Y/N), finally crawling back to me again."
Frowning, I turn my helm to spit out a blotch of energon.
"I'd be surprised if I could crawl at this point, Megatron."
Lip-plates curling up further, his optics flicker.
"Then how about I propose a deal for you, hm (Y/N)?"
Continuing to blankly stare, I shutter my optics in response, not having enough energy to verbally respond.
"I will take you out of this cell,on one small condition."
"You will... Accompany me throughout the ship."
Quirking an optic ridge, I tilt my helm, crusted energon flaking off.
"That... That is all that you ask? What catch is-"
Placing a rough servo around the bottom half of my faceplate, he squeezes, causing me to wince.
"You will reside in my berthroom."
Oh.
OH.
He means that for my survival, I must be his... Plaything?
Life, death.
Torture, torment.
Weighing the options, an image of my friends flash across my vision.
They would be sparkbroken, thinking I'd been offlined. Although...
I suppose that is best.
Megatron never mentioned the condition of my having to tell information of the Autobots.
For the safety of my team...
"I'll do it."
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