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Beta: Zelroid
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Torment
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"Prowl."
Prowl looked up, the place where his optics had been sparking uselessly before the reminder that he was blind kicked in. The voice was his master's, and his audios worked hard to pinpoint the direction that the sound was coming from. But he was too slow, or so the Master thought, as the once proud tactician was rewarded with a sharp punch to the helm.
"Far too slow. Need I remind you of the speed that I expect from you, slave?"
The slave had little warning or time to prepare for the brutal kick that knocked him down. He curled up, groaning. But this did little to calm the savage beast of an Autobot that owned him, and yet another kick connected, this time in the side. Prowl lurched, covering his mouth in a desperate attempt to keep for purging when the third kick hit the armor over his tanks.
"Aww..." Prowl was yanked up by the chevron, as his doorwings had already been torn off. "Purge and I will ensure that you regret it, Decepticon. Now, stay kneeling like a good slave."
"Yes Master…"
Servos started to pick their way over his chassis, teasing at the seams. The tactician shivered, but he wasn't stupid enough as to shy away from the touches of one of the Prime's body guards. That would have been hellishly stupid.
"Do you like this?" The voice purred into his audio as wires at his hip joins were rubbed, and Prowl nodded. He yowled not soon after when the wiring was yanked to breaking point.
"Y-Yes, Master..." He corrected himself, his whimpering coming though the scared ticking of his engine. The wiring was released, and the hands moved down lower, over his panel, and then stopped, pulling away completely as the Autobot straightened. There was a lull of a few breems, before his captor spoke again.
"Well, looks like you get off lightly today, pet. Prime needs me and Rico."
Prowl would have blinked if he could have, but he didn't say anything, not wanting to push his luck. He knew that it was rare that both the twin body guards of the Autobot tyrant would be called on, so something must be happening.
"I'll be back, pet."
Prowl listened carefully as the master left, waiting until the quarters door was shut. He then waited for another 3 breems until he curled up, shaking, and wishing that he'd just been killed when the Bots had raided the outpost.
Death was a blessing that he wished would come soon.