Tears were streaming down Jennie's cheeks and soaking her shirt and hair, as she dramatically sobbed, still inside Ratchet's chest captivity. He kept his chestplates cracked open, to provide light, and so Jennie could breathe, knowing how difficult it could be in the enclosed space with no light or air.

Ratchet had heard her crying, but didn't say anything, he was too worried that he was being monitored in the prison cell, and if he said anything, the 'Cons would know of Jennie's presence. And, he was quite nerve wracked to respond anyway.

They were in a dark cell in the Decepticon warship, Ratchet was against the wall with his wrists chained above his helm, yet his ankles were free, much to his surprise, and there were to prison guards just outside the cell door.

"R-Ratchet?" Jennie called, her voice muffled.

"Sshh," the medic hissed quietly. "You're alright. Just be quiet."

Jennie let out a sad whimper and curled up on the leather seats from his altmode, tears trickling from her terrified eyes.

The cell door opening earned Ratchet's attention, as a tall grey mech walked in, red optics shining and a sinister smirk on his scarred lips. Ratchet immediately stiffened, a glare coming to his optics.

"Haven't seen you for quite the while," the medic growled, "Megatron."

Hearing the name of a 'Con she hadn't seen yet, Jennie cautiously unbuckled herself and walked over to the open crack in Ratchet's chestplates, and peered through the small crevice, eager to see the one Ratchet called Megatron. She gave a quiet gasp when she saw how tall and intimidating he looked, and pressed herself to the inside wall of Ratchet for security. The medic noticed, but ignored it, as he watched Megatron carry a box over and set it on the floor near his peds.

"Oh, Ratchet, whatever did my soldiers do to you?" Megatron sneered, his gaze flicking over Ratchet's wounds from Breakdown and the vehicon. "Clearly enough to bring a weak medic to his knees."

Ratchet narrowed his optics. "And what has time done to you? Clearly you lost the ability to prepare a decent insult." That earned him a snarl from the warlord. Jennie cringed as Megatron struck Ratchet, the palm of his servo hitting Ratchet's cheek, drawing a yelp of pain from the medic.

"Now, you wouldn't want me to punish you for misbehaving, would you?" Megatron teased when Ratchet squeezed his optics shut as his cheek stung from the blow.

"I couldn't care less about whatever you do to me," Ratchet muttered, opening his optics and glaring at the warlord. "You wouldn't gain anything from torturing me, so why should I care?"

Megatron sighed, before unsheathing his sword and angling the blade upward, and resting the tip on Ratchet's cheek, threatening to kill him.

"Ratchet," he snarled. "Tell me where the Autobot base is, and you will live."

The medic stiffened under the blade's touch, but held his glare on Megatron, narrowing his optics. "I will never give you such information, Megatron. Terminate me now, it'll save you time." Inside his chest captivity, Jennie whimpered.

"I will give you one more chance." Megatron hissed, pulling away his blade and sheathing it, which surprised the medic. "If you do not answer me, the consequences will be very, very severe. Now, where, is, the Autobot base?" His gaze burnt into Ratchet's, who thought for a second, but still stood his ground.

Ratchet shook his helm. "I won't do it." That was a huge mistake.

A loud snarl escaped Megatron's lips. "You will pay, medic." He bent down and picked something up out of the box; it appeared to be a tiny metallic box shaped device, even smaller than a human's head. He rested it on one of his digits, before stepping close to Ratchet. "You don't want to speak, eh? You'll never speak again."

Ratchet was about to question the warlord's statement, when Megatron slid two digits into his mouth and forced it open. Ratchet cried out, as the warlord took the servo holding the little device, and forced it into Ratchet's mouth, and slid his digits down the poor medic's throat.

He gagged and choked, as Megatron forced the device into the sensitive wiring of Ratchet's throat, his claws grazing and scratching gashes that hurt like frag.

Megatron kept his servo in Ratchet's mouth for a good thirty seconds as he got the device in a good spot and secured it, making sure to claw the inside of his throat quite a bit, before removing his servo, which was covered in energon. Ratchet gagged and coughed, energon spewing out and dripped from his lips, as he went into a bad coughing fit, gasping for breath. Jennie was resting a hand on Ratchet's plating, hearing her guardian gag and choke and cough, knowing it had to hurt a great deal when someone jams their hand down your throat.

"Now, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" Megatron teased, watching the medic gasp in pain from the gashes in his throat. "You wanted to remain silent, and now you will."

Ratchet opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and he came to sudden realization that the device had muted him, and he was unable to speak. He stared at Megatron with stricken optics, ignoring the scratching pain in his throat and the bitter taste of energon in his mouth.

"You got what you deserved." Megatron growled, before glancing down at his chestplating, and noticing they were cracked open. What really got his attention was when he saw something moving in there.

Holy frag, you have a human in there. The warlord smirked and jammed his digits into the crack, and forced Ratchet's chestplates open. Jennie screamed and backed away, as Megatron's servo reached in for her.

Ratchet lifted his knee fast and abruptly, hitting the warlord in the abdomen abdomen and fall backwards, crying out in pain. He mouthed 'don't touch her' when Megatron glared at him. Jennie hid in the back of Ratchet's chest captivity, clinging for dear life.

"Medic, I'll rip out your throat for that!" Megatron snarled.

"Leave him alone! You've done enough already!" Jennie cried, as Ratchet abruptly closed his chestplates and narrowed his optics at the warlord.

"You're just as annoying when your mute." Megatron pulled his arm back to strike the medic.

Ratchet closed his optics and prepared for impact.