Him or I

The door shuts, and I didn't even attempt to move from the spot where I rested, my wrists are chained above me while I dangle onto the floor, the strong chains digging into my wrist joints.

I think this is one of the worst pains I have ever been through, energon lays around me in small puddles, still leaking steadily from my wounds.

But I didn't give in, I thought to myself, resting my optics closed, and I never will.

They won't break me.

The door reopens and light shines in, hurting my offlined optics as I turn my head away.

I hear a quick gasp and quick pedesteps towards me. I open my optics slightly to see Knockout standing before me, an actual worried expression inside his optics as he assess the situation. "Did they run out of ways to torture me? So they brought you in to bore me to death." I speak, my voice hoarse and strained as I struggle to put strength behind the words.

The worries expression disappears from his faceplate, but stays inside his red optics as he rolls them. "Ha ha." He says dryly. Moving my helm to the side and checking something.

"What are you d-doing?" I stutter, hating the feelings of helplessness as I can barely move on my own.

"Trying to make sure you stay alive." He states bluntly, reaching up and tugging at my wrists causing me to grit my dentas together and hiss.

He turns his head to the door where a drone stands "go get the keys for the chains." Knockout commands, he nods and walks out.

"So I'm that weak I ain't no more of a threat huh?" I speak, trying to resist the welcoming darkness of sleep.

Or death.

"Just keep your optics online and keep talking," he pauses, looking at my back and whistling at my back, "you have some scars let me tell you, these ones will just add to the list."

I gain the strength to shake his servo off my shoulder. After whipping me several times, Megatron thought it'd be more painful without my back armour, he was right.

"Just get me my armour." I say through gritted dentas, gesturing to the armour on the far side of the room.

"Not before I get these wounds clean and tended to."

I lift my helm, looking him dead in the optic. "I hate you."

He smirks, almost sadly "I know."

At that moment the drone returns with the keys, giving them to Knockout as he unlocks me wrist and I find myself landing hard on the floor.

"Help me get her to the MedBay."

Lifted up by the two mechs, I'm carried with ease to the MedBay where I'm set down on a table and turned to lay on my front. I feel servos on my back, pressing gently as a cold liquid runs down my sides.

Trying to turn, to what his doing I soon find he pushes me back. "I'm just cleaning them with a substance that will also encourage the nanobites in your body to work faster, to make the healing process also faster."

"Wait doesn't that hurt?"

"Give it a second," I can almost hear the smile behind his words.

I did and gasped, burning pain explodes within the cuts, I try to get away out of instinct but my arms have already been tied down.

"You little fragger!" I yell out then begin the string of curses.

"Geez, for a femme you know some nasty words." Knockout mummers.

"Hensa Laggeta Cina!" I yell, understanding the words perfectly but his optic ridges move together in confusion.

"Come again?"

"It's spoken in an old Seeker language." A new voice says.

Knockout rolls his optics "of course you had to come here Starscream."

Starscream, I'd assume with the seeker programming would've also rolled his optics also. "What did she even say Screamer."

"Don't call me that." He snapped back, "and maybe I won't tell you."

With that the door closes, "I'll never understand seeker programming."

~

For the next two week, it was the same thing, one day I'm tortured then the next I spend the day in Knockout's MedBay being tortured to heal faster, each day I kept on wishing the other Autobots would come rescue me, but as the hours went by, I realised I'd have to break myself out.

I asked Knockout any possible question that could help the Autobots when I get back, because nothing was going to stand in my way, I did get a few answers from him, some he didn't even realise he gave me.

Megatron wasn't merciless, in fact each day he'd bring more pain to me, and he'd laugh, as if it was funny to watch me try and keep quiet when I was in pain.

His a sadist, no doubt about it.

After the last 'questioning', I was being brought back by Knockout and Breakdown, without them realising it, I was mentally mapping the corridors as they dragged me, each possible exit point and communication room. It was hard to keep it clear in my processor, but I'd manage to find a way of this ship.

We got nearer and nearer to the MedBay. I was helping walk as much as I could, they are just supporting my weight.

As we got nearer I let my frame go loose, dropping my helm and closing my optics as I pretend to be passed out, slowing my venting and not moving.

"Slag!" Knockout yells, my frame hitting the floor hard. "Quickly pick her up and carry her to the MedBay." He says before I feel large arms lift me up and carry me.

I feel myself swaying as someone runs, I guess Breakdown before in gently placed on the cold surface of the medical berth. "Do you reckon Megatron will be pissed if she dies?" Breakdown asks.

"She's one of the only Autobots we've captured since Cybertron, aside from Cliffjumper of course."

"So yes."

"Of course yes! Now quickly go into the energon storage rooms and grab some medical energon."

I hear Breakdown's heavy steps echo away as I sense Knockout still nearby. I open my optics slightly, seeing his back turned away and his digit pressed into some button.

"I request to speak with Megatron." I slowly move, trying to not cry out and make no noise as I slide of the berth and crouch on the floor.

"Immediately sir." A blank tone replies.

I take slow steps, silently as possible, grinding my dentas together with every move, it pains me.
"What is the problem Knockout?" Megatron's voice comes through. "I am quite busy, make it quick."

"I contacted you to say -"

I draw my arm-blade, pressing it against the side of his neck-cables, I lean forward to his audio-receptor. "Give a hint that I'm threatening you," I whisper "and it'll be the last thing you do."

I hear his very audible cough as he shakes slightly, "I was just asking about the next medical-energon we would be getting since we're getting low."

"Contact Soundwave for these inquires, not me." The call ends.

Her holds his servos up, showing his not threatening me. "Nice trick, I'll have to remember it for next time."

"I'm not going to be caught by the 'cons again." I growl, my voice having hidden strength in it.

"I doubt that."

I grit my dentas together, as soon as I leave he'll tell everyone on bored this vessel that I'm free, and I won't have the strength to fight my way out.
"Does this computer do transmissions outside of the ship?"

"Why do you want to know?" He turns his helm to look at me and I put my blade closer to his neck.

"Remember, your not in the position to be asking questions."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Does it or not."

"I'm guessing you want to find out mmm?" I push the blade against his neck harder, one slip and it's over for him.

"Primus damn it Knockout! Just tell me!"

"If I didn't, you won't be able to slit my throat anyway." I narrow my optics at him. "Don't deny it, I know what your spark is feeling for me."

"Yeah, it's feeling hatred and disgust." I snap.

"You lie, I know it and somewhere in you, you know it."

I have to prove to him that I'm not afraid to hurt him, remember Sundown, it's like your still in the pits, it's me or them. I remind myself.

I close my optics, not wanting to see the spray of energon as I jerk my blade down.

And he screams out.