Megatron/Arcee, Break Me
Arcee sat crumpled in the debris of the building. Littered around her was broken walls, crushed furniture, and mangled bodies. Such tiny little frames, new sparks that never had a chance when the bombing began, never had a chance to escape.
Perhaps if she had been there, she could have helped. Perhaps she could have rescued one. Or some. Or all. Perhaps she could have been a savior for them. Perhaps she could have died with them.
The sound of heavy pedsteps alerted her to someone coming. It wasn't until a large servo cupped her chin upward and wiped her cheekplate with a thumb-digit that she even realized she was crying.
"Now do you see?" Megatron asked the little Autobot femme. "Do you see what happens when you try to escape me?"
Arcee nodded silently, crying even more. She offered no resistance as the Warlord picked her up and carried her back to the Nemesis. He had thoroughly broken her. There would be no more tries at escape.