Author's note: This story is not pretty, if you are squeamish and/or do not want to read about torture or a myriad of darker grittier things then this fic is not for you. Don't like it, don't read it. Sadly I do not own any of the Transformers, only my OC.
She knew they would be coming to finish her off soon, after all she was a failed experiment and a liability. At this point she looked forward to the blessed release death would provide from the daily torture sessions. Her previous military experience had lent her some training on how to cope with being tortured but this was beyond anything they had trained for. These people, if you could even call them that, were perverse monsters that didn't even hesitate to experiment on their own race, all in the name of progress and science. Yes, she was almost glad she wouldn't be around to witness them pervert her years of hard work and research even more than they already had. She just wished that there was someone that could stop them but no one, not even the government knew about the terrors their agents were creating. Her mind began wandering further afield as the lack of energon and food started taking its toll on her broken and abused body.