No more Freedom

Chapter 1

Hell scape

The war was over to much of the Decepticon's horror and dismay, myself including. I hadn't been there to see it personally, but from what I herd; Megatron died on Earths moon. The battle had been in our favour, however the Prime had stormed through and slain him. And like that everything had fallen apart turned The tides, the Decepticon army crumbled under the weight of defeat. But soon became a race too run for our lives the Autobots hunted down every last one of us and put is in chains.

Frightened, we all were. Completely at the mercy of our enemy's.

The anticipation grew the less we herd from the Autobots about there internet.

While some were to tuff to admit it but we were scared for our life's, my mind plugged with thoughts of us being killed off in lines. Would they even waste the bullets? Or perhaps they would just starve us to death.

Until one say we were all gathered in the mess hall when we heard the news...

The Prime- thankful, told us that we wouldn't be execute. That had been my biggest fear because I had seen the Autobots hatred, some of the guards would allow "visitors" to horribly beat us. Thankfully I stayed clear on that, most of them were Autobots with grudges or unfinished rivalries. Me? I was nothing important, I was a scientist. Pits my alt mode was a

Microscope, not exactly a lot of room for career options...

Thankfully no one hurt me, I'm not exactly what you'd call a fighter. Sure I know how to shoot a blaster but who didn't? I was always far away and safe. When the Autobot crashed my lab I knew better then to try being some dumb action hero. I had stand down and let them take me, I sincerely hoped the Autobot wouldn't consider me a threat. I didn't want the attention.

The cells were really small, most mechs wouldn't be able to lay down normally. But I'm small. I'm no Mini-Con but I'm no where near average height. Which, again was fine by me. They wouldn't get satisfied beating some little Decepticon. The cells also had blankets in them for comfort, I had made a habit of hiding in them from the guards had I ever herd pledes. The

warden would often change hand but for this time it was Fortress Maximus.

He was, without fail the scariest mech I had ever seen. He'd often make examples of misbehaved prisoners and make us watch.

Horrific beatings the likes of which I'd most often close my optics and try not to listen. He was clearly not mentally all there, his time with Overlord was... damaging. Not in front of him of corse.

That kind of stupidity would get you dead. You could tell He already had little patients for us again I know who not to mess with. If a prisoner wasn't good, you could end up on death row they had here. The triple tap, T-cog brain module then spark.

But above my cell was a green light, that meant I was a good prisoner. I kept quiet, did what I was ordered and made sure I worked diligently at any task I was given. I was a Survivor. I kept telling myself I wasn't going to die in here. Green was good Yellow was if you were difficult and red was one push away from Primus's loving embrace.

We were to be trapped in here until the Prime and counsel knew what to do with us.

And when that day came we were horrified...

The counsel had declared giving us to the Autobot as some sort of reward for there efforts.

Slaves.

Optimus was fighting the best he could but until he could win, we became fare game. Those same angry Autobots who visited now had a right to take a mech of they're choice home. Those few weeks were absolutely frightening, I simply pretended to be recharging and hoped I'd disappear. And with the blankets I did.

The tension was so thick you could cut it. The thought of being dragged off as someones property to be plunged into a hole new nightmare. I was horrified someone would come after me a some sort of cathartic beating pillow, it's all I'd be good for now. I did my best not to cry but the fear was debilitating.

Thankfully there were some hope Autobot who were there to rescue there rivals or some other

Decepticons until things blew over.

Primus I hope someone like that would come to me.

And that day came, this time I was actually asleep when I heard the cell open. I didn't move, I

was frozen. Practical playing dead so they might be unimpressed.

"He might be what your looking for, he's been absolutely no trouble at all. A model prisoner, his name is Closelens. He's a mighty small guy but he's easy to handle. Timid, clearly," Fortress maximums said before giving the blanket a nudge. "Get up."

I took a moment to collect myself, I wasn't going to disobey the warden, I knew better. But I was scared. Who would want a tiny nothing Con. Who actually looked at a pile of trembling blankets and said, "yep I want that".

I slowly lifted up the blanket.

And found myself staring into a glowing blue visor that made my energon go cold. My joints all locked in place, too scared to gasp but enough to make me want too scream.

But nothing came out.

My tank turned, I felt faint I felt sick..

Jazz...

Second in command to the Prime himself...

This mech had a reputation... and not a nice one. This mech had every job you could think of, leader of espionage, first Lieutenant, head of special OPS, head of Intelligence and a interrogate/torturer. He's the guy that gets called if Prowl can't make a person talk. And behind enemy lines he heard that prisoners would try to offline themselves before they'd let him get his hands on them. The thought made me want to start to cry. To be at the mercy of such a powerful mech, one which could disassemble me without a thought...

This was... my master...

That matter-of-fact thought... I felt a wave wash me over in hopeless...

I turned my frightened expression to the ground not hoping to challenge him. My mind went dark, what if he missed his job. That thought alone made him want to crawl back into the blankets and die.

"Stand. up," Fortress Maximus ordered again more aggressive, I followed through no hesitation. I barely came up to about Jazz's shoulder. Funny, I had always heard that he was short he looked down at me and shot me a smile. I looked back down again biting one of my digits to hold back a whimper. Unable to stop myself from shivering.

I'm dead, I'm sooooooo dead, dead mech walking. Jazz was going to take me to his butcher shop and... and...

I felt lubricants in my optics...

My end...

Did I upset Primus this much?

"Like I said he knows his position, he knows the consequences, he shouldn't be a problem." Fort max said downloading all the stuff to Jazz that would control my collar. Likely, for tracking shocking and exploding in necessary.

"Thanks for keeping him saved for me," Jazz said friendly, I looked up to that. What dose he mean by that, had he want a smaller mech or did he want... me. Not likely, he probably wanted a smaller mech too torture.

"No problem, now get out of here," Fortress Maximus said letting us out.

I followed Jazz timidity, I can't even describe how much I don't want to fallow this mech. But he turned around and waved me forwards. I picked up the pace, the last thing I wanted was to make this mech mad. His friendly exterior wasn't fooling me, but Primus it was unsettling.

I fallowed him all the way back to his place in dead silence, it felt like walking to death row.

I was Oblivious to the world around me, it was of no consequence.

We made our way too a large sky scraper. One of the biggest buildings in Iacon.

Jazz and I got too the elevator. I hesitated briefly but pushed on.

I was forced to stand next to Autobot Jazz...

I don't even hide my field nor my shivering frame. He was likely well aware of my fears.

Each floor we passed brought on more dread. The build up, anticipation. My master could do whatever he chooses to me. No matter how I scream or cry he won't be obligated too stop or be reprimanded for it.

I was going to purge...

The elevator stoped at the top floor.

When the door opened he gladly let himself off first, I timidity fallowed. He punched in the code and opened the door to let me in first.

His place was very nice, no smelting pit or melting cambers, torcher devices weren't hanging by the sealing and most importantly there were no past victims hung up like a trophy. No,

instead the place... looked like him, if that made sense. Nice, organized, clean but had a sense of stile. The entertainment Stand was the most decked out thing I'd ever seen and in almost all corners of every room had speakers on them. Jazz liked music, that much was well known. Pits, he went and named roughly translates into a style of human music. If there was any sort of torture chamber it was well hidden away from sight.

"Closelens, right?" Jazz finally said taking himself out of his daze. I glanced up at him, unable to find my voice I just nodded slightly.

"Lovely name, my names Jazz. But by the expression of cosmic horror you keep giving me, I assume you know who I am," he smiled smooth plopping himself on his couch kicking his feet up. I turned my gaze down sharply again.

"S-sorry sir," I said quietly. Jazz gave a rude laugh.

Please don't be offended, please don't be offered, I prayed.

"Don't be a grovelling mess, you won't find nothing that annoys me more. And call me Jazz unless I ask otherwise," he said very flatly. I tried to making me try to make myself stop shivering which just brought more shivers. Jazz noticed.

"Easy kid, I was just playing. I know I'm scary, in fact I find it a bit of a honour to be your boogieman. You'll find I'm a far mech who will treat you right so long as you behave yourself. Cool?" He said genuine

"Yes, Jazz," I still said nervously still not buying it. Jazz could peel the armour off my protoform in seconds, he can literally do whatever he pleases with me and no one will care. I must not annoy him or anything that might make him decide to make sport out of me.

"Are you hungry?" He asked...

I looked at him dumbly for a embarrassingly long time, was it a trick question? It felt like a trick question, but I didn't want to be wrong. If I said yes would he feed me? If I said no would he be upset for refusing him? Would he force feed me if I said no? I became frustrated with myself, I was stumped the the tortures first question. And it wasn't to hard to answer! It truth was no, but should I say yes in case he plans to starve me? Hopeless, completely hopeless.

"I- don't... I mean-..." I stammered I put my face in my hands. What a mess... was I having a panic attack, or anxiety fit of whatever it is when you feel like you need to find a blanket and hide.

My chest tightened up and it became hard to vent...

"Mech, you alright?" Jazz asked looking consider.

"Jazz, what... what is the right answer?" I said timidity.

"What?" He asked with a confused laugh.

I know how stupid that sounds, I know. But I can't afford to be wrong. Jazz... this was the second in bloody command of my enemy's. He is- I mean he can do absolutely anything to me absolutely anything he pleases.

I felt sick and dizzy...

"I... didn't know what an answer would please you, please help me..." I said lost.

"I'd value honesty, calm down. Your look like your about to having a spark attack. Easy," Jazz said grabbing my shoulder and letting him sink down to the ground. The world spun as I looked back up to the mech.

This... powerful mech...

Something in me broke like a twig under all the weight of my fears and Anxiety.

"I-I-I'm so so so sorry sir, I... I don't know what's wrong with me!" I said Jazz rubbed my back plating to help calm me down. "Please don't hurt me! I know you- you told me not to be a mess, I'm so so sorry!" I said and he continued

I'd already failed, I already broke! I couldn't vent!

I was going too get punished, I was already going to die!

"Shhhh, it's ok. I'm not going to punish you today... you just had your rights revoked and are nothing but my toy unless said otherwise. I'll let have this," He said smoothly, he clearly meant what he said. Or at least he was a good actor.

"Thank you sir, I promise. I'll be whatever you want, I'll do anything you ask, Just tell me what I need to do to make you happy," I sobbed uncontrollably

Jazz's P.O.V

He was right, he a mess. I was a monster when I'm at working, but he was a tiny harmless mech. If I was real honest I do like having mechs cower beneath me, it was a sick sadistic feeling I couldn't stop. But it also leads to me wanting to protect this mech from the world. He's mine. I was frightening and intimidating but I'd never go as far as some mechs might. Closelens was sobbing his optics out, frightened out of his frame and simply asking not to be hurt for it. Which is something only I can provide him with.

That sick sensation made me smile and stroke the side of his helm gently.

"I'm giving you this, I know you'll be good for me," I said "You'll obey me, All you need to do is watch, listen and obey me."

"I promise I will," he sobbed looking up too me with his frightened optics.

"I wouldn't let you fail me, I'll train you right and help best a master can," I held him in my arms. He continued to tremble but made no effort to fight. I was his only hope at happiness and he knew it... he needed to submit to me and he'd be ok. That will be the fun part, but for now I'd let him brake himself down.

"Thank you sir," he said hugging back. He was desperate for comfort... he came to me... he knows I'm now the god of his world, I couldn't help but smile at that. The fear and relief off his

frame was intoxicating. Better then the best high grade.

Yes I'm sick, I'm sicker then people comprehend but if Optimus taught me anything, mercy could be a weapon. The last thing I wanted was for my little Closelens to do something stupid, the last thing I wanted was for him to get himself killed in this free for all. I'd be happy to Gide him throw this, and when he comes out the other end never hear the end of his gratitude.

Slowly he composed himself, he dried his optics and relaxed himself against me.

"Alright, are we feeling better?" I asked letting him sit up, I took his chin and raised it. Again with no abjections. He nodded feeling his vents cool down after his episode.

"Good, now lets start this again. Remember I like honesty, are you hungry?" I said

"Yes sir," he said softly

"Ah, you can call me Jazz remember," I said gently

"R-right, sorry," he said adorably embarrassed making me chuckle

"Right then, let's get some fuel in ya tank," I said as he smiled slightly, this would be fine. This would work. My little Closelens, I'd take good care of him. I won't let anyone hurt him.

He's mine...