It's been two years since I discovered that Transformers were real and I became really close with the Autobots. They were the best friends and family that I could ever have.
Every now and then we would head off to battle the Decepticons, occasionally saving each other's lives, rescuing others, and stuff like that, a simple routine if when I'm normally not at school.
Of course, for me I had to suffer almost dying on many occasions, being the damsel in distress (it gets really annoying when it happens so many times), and the frequent victim of brain-washing and mind-controlling though not always from the Decepticons but nevertheless a victim of all sorts.
I never would have thought that after such experiences I would later go through something much worse.
I was wrong. Scratch that, I was way beyond wrong.
No bot knew that even after that incident I would still have that substance running in my blood despite the belief that we got rid of it.
Not until he decided to use it to his advantage, making me his host against my own will.
...Yes.
No one...but Unicron himself.