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Pants escaped the mech's mouth as red optics darted around him. Adrenalin pulsed through his energon, forcing his pedes faster. Plagued with the sounds of hungry moans and pounding pedes, his vision flickered in fear, sending waves of panic and silent prayers through his weaker frame.
'Oh, Primus! Please help me!' Dignity had flown out the window a long time ago, allowing blue energon to flow freely from his red optics. As his sight finally left him in a black abyss, his mental cries soon spilled into the night only to be lost within the growling mechs' unintelligible shouts of excitement.
The feeling of an object yanking at his armor sent a frightened yelp from his throat. Arms flailing, the mech stumbled and slammed the back of his head against frozen metal. With a dull processor, the mech feebly scrambled backwards in hopes of finding shelter.
But Primus was not on his side as exhaustion stilled his limbs.
Stifling whimpers, the mech fought to keep a calm demeanor, despite his earlier actions. The shuffling of pedes and the bloodlust in the beasts' tones sent shivers down his spine.
Among the dragging, sporadic thumps of Cybertronian feet, slow deliberate steps clapped loudly on the ground and rang in his audios.
"Unfortunately for you… Primus isn't here." Disturbing silk wrapped around his processor, the words repeating infinitely as the first bite landed on his shin.
The rusted denta clinched the entirety of the armor, leaving sharp crescents before the metal was viciously torn from the writhing body, spraying neon blue fluid on the impatient crowd of Terrorcons. Another bite tore his forearm off, followed by a shriek.
A chuckle filled his processor as his self-control fled with the encore of agonized screeches. As crunching metal serenaded with the shrill sobs of anguish, the watching tyrant allowed himself to be lulled into a type of contentment and a small smile almost appeared at the sight of his 'children' enjoying themselves.
Spasms of pure torture rock nearly unconscious body, but the pain soon became dampened by the sweet, merciful numbness that blanketed his body. A smile crept onto his lip plates as warmth filled his extinguishing spark and he felt his soul begin to float towards the light.
The mech could've sworn he felt Primus's hands reach for him; but as he opened his optics one last time, all hope dissolved as quickly as it came when the pointed horns of the eternal being known as the Destroyer plagued his view.
Malice-filled laughter shook his spark as he was pulled deep into the depths of the Pit, only the laughter and the sound of screams remained after his servos, still clawing for reality, were swallowed by the dark.
I was incredibly pissed off earlier (I mean the whole wanting to bash someone against the wall until I'M SPLATTERED with the still pulsing remains of their gray matter.) so my friend told me to write it out. Well this is the result. Hope you guys like it!