Toying with a pillow, Stranglehold squished it between his hands. He yawned and shifted around in his chair. Kicking one of his legs to toy with a chain that was attached to his chair. Red optics lazily trailing down the chain. Barely smirking as he tugged on it with a foot. Amused at how the femma at the end meeped in surprise. He cast her a grin as she put on a forced smile. His grin faded as he sat back up in his chair. Tossing his pillow down onto the mound before him.
"Guards, find someone to entertain me. I'm bored with these femmas." Grunting, he watched the guard go. Barely paying heed as one of his femmas came up to try and ease his boredom by stroking his arm. All she got was a glance and a grunt.
Some few hours later, a loud scuffling and muffled shouts could be heard in the halls. The guards burst into the room trying to haul a blue mech along with them. It took several guards to keep the mech subdued, as he was putting up one Pit of a fight, both physically and verbally. "Get off me you astro-rats! What the slag do you think you're doing?" Bayou, was obviously not happy.
Stranglehold had his optics closed as his boredom made him slip into a light nap. The sounds disrupted him, making him growl. Brightening his optics, he tilted his head to see what was making the ruckus. Seeing the blue mech made his wings perk up.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sitting straight in his chair, a smirk slipped to his lips. Resting his hands on the sides of his throne. "Guards, where did you find this mech?"
Three guards were applying their entire weight to the struggling blue mech, and still having a hard time getting him to bow down to Stranglehold. One of the two that were holding the chains that immobilized Bayou's hands, bowed and spoke. "On the outskirts of one of the abandoned sectors, sir. He may look a bit dirty and roughed up, but I think he would clean up rather nicely for your... desires."
Smirking, the mech got up from his throne to slide down the pillows before his throne to head over. Wide wings flaring out to his side, which was always intimidating to those who never saw him before. Kneeling down, Stranglehold grasped Bayou's chin, lifting his head up so he could get a better look.
"Hmm... Mech, tell me your name and what you were doing." His grip on Bayou's chin was tight enough to keep his head from moving away. He had already made up his mind about this mech, but he wanted a name to match a face.
The blue mech had been forced down onto his knees, and was struggling to get back up when he felt a hand on his face. A chill ran through his circuitry, and he tried to lash out at the hand and bite, but the grip was too strong. Blue optics looking up to meet red panes, he growled, not seeming the least bit intimidated. "Who wants to know?" he snarled rudely.
Stranglehold smirked in amusement. "Stranglehold, the lord of this territory, and your new master." He wasn't fazed with the growl or the snarl. Nothing new to him. He was used to these kinds of responses. Snickering, he releases Bayou's head as he stood back up. Thinking that this particular mech was going to be a very fun toy.
Bayou's growl grew more feral with every word that slipped past Stranglehold's lips. "Tyrant!" he shouted. "I don't belong to anyone, and certainly not to a flying slag-sucker like you!"
He made as if to leap on the other mech, to tear him to pieces, but before he could lunge, the guards were shoving him face down on the ground and beating him brutally for his insolence.
Stranglehold didn't even bother to get out of the way. He was used to insults and could easily handle himself. This mech was in command of his territories for a reason. Letting the beating go on for a few moments, he finally spoke up. "Guards, enough. Take this prisoner to the cells. Make sure he remains chained or it will be your hides that I'll be taking and not his."
The guards didn't hesitate to obey. Roughly grabbing the badly dented and scratched up mech, they began to drag him away.
Bayou didn't go that easily though, and within seconds, was struggling and screaming insults in several dialects. Some time later, he was alone in a prison cell, chained so heavily that he could hardly lift himself up off the floor. This was not good.
Watching the mech go, Stranglehold simply smirked. Noting that he was going to have a lot of fun with this mech, he waved away his femmas as he headed elsewhere. Picking up an energon cube, the mech wandered the halls of his towering home. Merely shooting looks at those he had under him. Once his own cube was finished, he crushed it in his hands.
"Hrm..." Smirking, the yellow and black mech headed towards the cells. Dismissing the guard on duty. Wanting personal time alone with this captive. He unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. Grinning down at the captive. "We meet again, mech."
The only part of him that was able to move was his head, and even that was limited by the thick collar around his throat. Looking up, Bayou caught sight of his captor and snarled wordlessly. His chains rattled as he tried to get at the seeker and rip him apart. "What do you want, slag-face?" he snapped.
"You never gave me a name." Stranglehold knelt down with a grin that was infamous to him and him alone. "So, mech, what were you doing in the territories? And do give me a name. You're going to be staying here a very long time. I can make it easy or very, very hard."
Bayou's only response was to spit at Stranglehold's feet and look away in contempt. The tyrant could do his worst. Bayou wouldn't crack or give in. Besides, if he couldn't get himself out, sooner or later, someone would come to help him escape.
Stranglehold would of nothing of the sort. As long as he was in charge, Bayou wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Getting back to his feet, he grabbed hold of the chain around Bayou's neck, yanking on it to pull him up. Chains and all. "Pity you did that, mech. Keep it up, and your life will be a living Inferno. Oh well... you'll still be suffering. You are mine and you will be joining me soon."
Bayou fought it. He refused to be pulled up onto his feet by the chain, and dug his knees against the ground. He would resist this mech and show him he wouldn't be tamed so easily.
"Just you wait," he hissed. "Your little empire of treachery will fall, and I'll make sure you come toppling down with it!"
Grunting, Stranglehold released the chains to let Bayou return to the ground. "Good luck. Others have tried and failed, mech. I'm a lot harder to take down than those guards who brought you in."
Shaking his head, he let his hands rest on his hips. Drumming a mindless tune on his hip. Debating what he should do with Bayou. Keeping him chained was fun, but it he needed entertainment. Smirking, he left the cell to grab the keys for the locks.
Bayou shrewdly watched Stranglehold leave before muttering. "I'll make sure that you meet your end. And I'll personally be the one to bring you to your knees in a pathetic slump." He tugged on the chains that held him, trying to free himself, but to no effect.
Picking the keys up, Stranglehold headed back into the cell. Twirling the keys on a finger. "Those chains were tested by yours truly. You're never going to escape. No matter how hard you try." Dangling the keys in front of Bayou, he grinned. Taking some fun in tormenting the mech.
Bayou snarled and struggled against the chains. His every thought was focused on tearing out Stranglehold's optics and ramming them down his throat. "Turbo-rat! Quint slagger! Unchain me and then we'll see who's going to be smiling!
"I've heard worse insults, mech." Laughing, Stranglehold let one of his cables slip out from his wrist, wrapping around the key to keep hold of it. Smirking, he moved down to grab Bayou by his chain collar. Lifting him straight off of the ground. His fingers forcibly digging into the mech's neck to get under the collar. The name Stranglehold was there for a reason.
Bayou's optics widened and he immediately began kicking and squirming. His arms were so weighed down that he wasn't able to use them to try and pry the seeker's hand off.
Cybertronians couldn't choke, per say, but the pressure to throat cables had the same effect as blocking off air, by keeping energon from cycling properly.
"Give me your name and I'll let you back down." Stranglehold held a mere grin. Moving his hand so his fingers pressed against Bayou's neck. Such a simple action had such a big impact. Ah, he loved being mean.
Bayou was having a hard time making his vocalizer work. He wanted to say 'no' and be defiant, but red lights were starting to flash on his diagnostic scan. "B-Bayou..." he manage to rasp out, optics flickering as they dimmed.
As he said, Stranglehold released his grip on Bayou's neck. Letting him back down to the ground. He did keep his word. "Now was that so hard, Bayou?" Those red optics peered down as he stood before the mech. Debating whether to drag him away now or let him recover first.
The rush of energon that had been blocked from reaching his processor just seconds prior made the blue mech insanely dizzy. If it weren't for the way he was chained, he would have slumped over on the floor. Instead, all he could so was cycle air heavily and try not to purge his tank of the little contents it had. If he could have focused his vision he would have been glaring death at Stranglehold.
Taking the keys from his wrist, he kneeled down to unlock the chains. Though he kept Bayou's hands bound for obvious reasons. No need to give the mech a chance. Once the chains were off, he let the cable take the chain again. Getting back up, Stranglehold crossed his arms again.
While Stranglehold was undoing the locks, Bayou had regained control of his functions, and watched the other mech from the corner of his optics, pretending to still be ill. As soon as the weight of the chains were gone, he lunged with a feral shout, but the chains on his hands stopped him just inches from the seeker. Snarling with livid rage, Bayou tried to break free.
Only a wing tip twitched at the lunch. An optic ridge raising. "I told you, those chains were tested by me." Stranglehold shook his head with a tisk before he grabbed Bayou by his collar. Stepping back, he began to pull the mech with him. Armor crunching beneath his fingers. Metal and cables groaning over the pressure he was applying.
Bayou hadn't expected this, and before he could stop himself, cried out in pain. "Let go!" he shouted at Stranglehold, trying to struggle free once more. His armor was poorly kept, and couldn't take abuse as easily as it had several vorns ago.
"Ya were so insistent on fighting me only moments ago." Stranglehold pulled more. The sound of metal groaning from the force was music to him. "Ya sounded tough. Just an act, Bayou. Not much point in speaking if you can't keep to your words."
Biting his lip hard, Bayou guarded himself and although the pain was horrid, he kept himself from crying out again. He wouldn't give Stranglehold anymore of that satisfaction. His armor was bending in ways it wasn't suppose to, and starting to tear in some spots, but Bayou just grit his teeth and kept silent.
Shaking his head, Stranglehold finally let go of Bayou's collar. Pushing him back so he would crash down. "Choose your words wisely, Bayou. My guards can do so much worse to ya than this. Keep this up and ya will be spending all your time down in the cells."
Crashing to the ground in a heap, Bayou struggled to sit up, trying to look over the damage; it wasn't very pretty. He tasted energon, and realized he'd split his lip from biting so hard. Cycling air heavily, attempting to ignore the horrid pain, he glared up at Stranglehold. "One day, you'll get yours," he rasped out.
"Ya were not the first to ever say that, Bayou." Stranglehold shook his head before he turned his head. Debating whether to get his guards or not. Smirking, he looked back down to the mech. "Ya are lucky I need ya or my guards would be having their own fun"
"Why the frag would you need me?" Bayou snapped, spitting out energon as his lips refused to stop bleeding. He would have tried to pounce again, but his armor was in no condition for another round of abuse. Had Stranglehold continued pulling, the torn, jagged parts of Bayou's armor would have severed vital circuitry.
Kneeling down, Stranglehold lifted Bayou's chin to they were optic to optic. He then licked the split lip, getting a good taste. "To play with. The femmas I keep can only keep me satisfied for so long. So ya, my dear captive, are going to be my new toy."
Bayou's head jerked back and he snapped at Stranglehold's tongue, trying to bite. "I'm no one's play toy!" he snarled, lashing out to kick the seeker square in the chest. "And if you think I'm going to submit to you because of pain and suffering, you have a glitch in your processor!"
Stranglehold wasn't a fool. He kept himself just out of reach so the bite missed. Though the kick did make him grunt. Moving back, he moved a hand to rub the area that was kicked. Feeling a few cracks and a minor dent. Nothing that couldn't wait. Glancing back to Bayou, he shook his head.
"Pain is only one service I offer, mech." Grabbing Bayou by his neck, he slammed him down. Hard enough to make a nice dent or a crack from the angle. "Ya will submit to me. Things will only get worse for ya if ya keep fighting. Once ya start to submit, ya life here will get better.
Bayou was consumed by pain, and his optics flickered offline from the unbearable agony. He tried to speak, but only static came out between the only two words he could form. "F-Frag... you.."
What had he done to deserve being captured like this? Did Primus hate him or had he been bored and decided to toss the blue mech into Stranglehold's custody? Either way... it was painful business.
Shaking his head again, Stranglehold stood back up. "Pity." Looking down at Bayou, he shook his head again. Turning on his heel, he left the battered mech alone. He didn't leave the cells just yet. No, he simply watched Bayou, wondering why he would bother to keep fighting. There was no escape. Even if he did, his towering home was designed so the way out would pass various guard stations.
Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced back to the main door. Grinning as the guard he dismissed returned. "Guard, go fetch the medic and someone to clean this mess up. This mech isn't dying on the first day."
This time, Bayou didn't try to sit up. It hurt too much to move, so he just stayed as he was, optics off and entire chassis burning with pain. Maybe he would die soon. That would be much better than being alive and used for a tyrant's sick pleasures. He only barely heard Stranglehold call for a medic and cursed his ill luck. So much for dying. The blue mech slipped into unconsciousness.
Glancing back to Bayou, Stranglehold shook his head. He remained until the guard returned again. Only then did he part from the cells. Wandering down the halls. "This mech is going to be much harder to break than the others... I'm going to have fun."
Laughing, he walked down the halls. Musing over just how much fun he was going to have in trying to break Bayou. Tyrant or not, he held the strange code of never taking someone unless they said yes. It truly amused him, but for now, he had to wait. Bayou would need time to recover.