Warnings: Torture, language, attempted rape.
Summary: Prowl wasn't always so quiet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, ergo Prowl is dead. _"
He could feel the blood starting to run down the length of his strong, rigid body. The sticky blue liquid dribbled down his arms, his chassis, and his legs. Turning his head, another blow crashed on his back. This one sent him sprawling. No. He would not cry out. No one would break him. Desperately the mech tried to tune out the screams, the demands. The mechanism's face was unreadable and his tormentor hated it. This made the game last longer.
"You will tell me." The words slipped past cruel lips and sharp denta. "Come now, little warrior. Give up what you know."
Lifting his gaze, the young Autobot stared up at the face of his captor. His optics was azure orbs of stubbornness. He would not be coaxed.
With suddenness that frightened the young tactician, the Decepticon seized his face and jerked him close. Inwardly, he noticed the Decepticon's breath smelled of alcohol. He was startled from his thoughts when the mech hovering over him gripped his chevron. A smile crossed that horrible face when the young mech squirmed beneath his fingers.
"Sensitive, eh?" A laugh rumbled deep in the neck the tactician wished to close his palms around. "Perhaps torture is not the way to break you."
Cold dread filled the black and white mech's spark.
"Perhaps a more…intimate experience would better suit you."
Clawed fingertips scraped over the seam of the Autobot's spark chamber. No! Writhing under the mech, the tactician scrambled away.
"N-no…" he whined.
"Ahhh, so he does have a vocoder. I want to hear you use it, boy."
The Decepticon continued to pry at his spark chamber. He shoved the bot away, pleading softly for him to stop.
"Tell me what I want to know, little one, and I'll stop."
"No! No!"
"Come now, Prowl," purred the silver mech. "Tell me and it'll all be over.
"Stop, please! Stop!"
Prowl screamed and snarled, lashing out the mech above him. The mech's doorwings flared in desperation.
"Tell me, tell me," he cooed, the spark's housing shuddering. Slowly hooks that held it back began to unlatch.
Howling, Prowl kicked out at the mech above him. In a last, futile attempt to save himself, Prowl screamed out the locations the Decepticon leader had wanted. Gave him names.
"That's better."
The silver claws that had been pulling at the spark chamber immediately released him, causing Prowl to stumble and fall backward. Smirking cruelly, the Decepticon walked out.
"I'll leave the door open. I need you no longer."
Prowl trembled fearfully. If he hadn't been so foolish, hadn't been out so late with that mech who's name escaped him, this would have never happened. Primus damn him, he wouldn't do a thing right! Fire flashed through him as he tried to stand and he collapsed again. One of the blows from the whip had shorted out the connections from his processor to his legs. For now, he was completely paralyzed in this place called Hell.
"Primus, you bastard god," he hissed softly.
No one heard him. And after that, no one would again.