To my dismay, my jaw was indeed broken, not dislocated like I originally thought.

I had tried to push it back into place several times, always having to stop because the pain was so terrible. I eventually gave up when Megatron left me alone for a moment.

Some time passed and the pain slowly dulled into sore throbs, which only added to the headache that was already forming. My jaw was stuck at a weird angle, occasionally loosening up when I moved around. When Megatron returned, I almost immediately knew what he was planning to do. He hadn't put me back in the box for a reason.

The sterling silver mech strolled into the room, two energon cubes in hand. A sly smirk spread across his face when he looked at me. "My apologies, I must've hit harder than I meant to." He said mockingly as he set the cubes down on a nearby table.

I tried to growl at him, but the energon in my mouth trickled down my throat and caused me to hack and cough. I winced at the slight pain and gingerly wiped the drips away from my chin, careful not to further aggravate my broken jaw. Megatron must be taking great pleasure in not having to listen to my retorts because that stupid smirk was still on his face.

"I suppose it has been a while since I last gave you a suitable ration, but I do wonder how you will handle eating it with that injury, Doctor." Megatron mused, examining his claws for a moment before looking back at me. I swear, he sounds more and more like Starscream the more he talks... "Actually, I'd rather not watch you make a disgusting mess."

I narrowed my optics at him as he talked, shifting a little where I sat in the middle of the floor. I was wondering what he was going to do when he took one of the cubes and swiftly consumed it right in front of me. He then consumed the other in the same manner, making sure to show he was enjoying it. It was like a slap to the face.

He was mocking me.

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A few days passed and I was constantly moved to and from the box, never leaving Megatron's room once. My jaw was still broken, no change there. Megatron didn't seem to show any interest in getting it fixed anytime soon, so I decided that my only option was to beg.

My energon levels were growing extremely low and if I didn't get something in my systems soon, things would start shutting down and I would eventually go into stasis and then die. I could already feel the effects of starvation, my movements becoming more sluggish and my optics dimming to a dull blue.

I was growing desperate. I couldn't believe that I had sunk this low and it was because of him. He had me begging on my knees like the slave I was, only being able to make garbled noises with my throat and hand gestures to try and say what I wanted.

He eventually gave in after another day or so of begging, but he took his sweet time. I was barely even awake when he dragged me out of the box and hauled me to my pedes. He basically had his Vehicons drag me to the Medbay, half conscious and barely functioning, to finally get my jaw fixed.

When I eventually woke up, the dull throb in my head was still there. My vision slowly cleared and I blinked a few times, taking a moment to regain my bearings. I was in the box again, which was somewhat comforting at this point, and the cuffs around my wrists were gone. They left deep indents where they were constantly being ground against my metal, forming scars that twisted their way around the entirety of both my wrists.

After examining the deep scars, I hesitantly reached up to touch my jaw. It felt better than it did before as I lightly brushed my fingertips across the now rough metal. But something felt... off. I felt around for another minute before deciding to try and move it, fairly confident that it had healed entirely. When I did move it, however, I immediately knew there was something wrong.

My jaw was crooked.

Every time I shifted it and let it sit like it normally should, it always hung off at an angle instead of being straight. Leave it to the damn cons to permanently disfigure their patients...

The only good thing that came out of this was that I regained mobility of my jaw, which meant I could speak and take in energon again. Not that Megatron would give me some anytime soon, but there's no harm in hoping right?

I was really hoping he did, though.

Because it may as well be the end of me if he doesn't.

Maybe that's a good thing.... just end my suffering here and now. Put me out of my misery....

I'm not worth anything to anyone.

Not anymore.