Hailey (in Prowl's body)

I sat back in my cell, staring into space. Megsy'll be here any minute. I thought. He better be quick. Trying to find patterns in the ceiling is getting boring. I vented a sigh.

Just then, the trio of Decepticons came into sight. Megatron skipped the formalities, unsurprisingly. "You have a choice, Autobot. You may either stay in this cell, or you will be allowed to walk about the base, as long as you wear this." Megatron stated, holding up a small disc about the size of my palm. I knew immediately that the first option was out of the question. Sitting in cell with nothing to do, I would no doubt fall asleep. The second option, knowing Megsy, was meant to make me expend my energy faster, but I had to go with it. "I like the second option." I stated, standing up. As Blitzwing unlocked the cage, Megatron quirked his optic ridges in surprise. "Really? Most Cybertronians cower at the sight of one of these." I stepped out into the hall past Blitzwing. "Why?" I asked. As answer, Megatron hit the button on the device and it whirred a bit in his palm. Four spikes unfolded from the circular edge. Before I had time to regret my choice, Megatron had slammed the device onto my chest, the four spikes tearing through my armor painfully. I cried out, I couldn't help myself, and fell back from the force of Megatron's shove.

Once the pain was no longer blinding, I felt like there was a cold hand around my spark. Megatron stood over me and was silhouetted by the lights installed along the ceiling. "This little device will track your every move, and has a sensory net over your spark chamber. We will know where you are and your exact condition at any given moment. So no surprises." Megatron said, looking all too pleased with himself, "They were common in the Great War. Kept prisoners in line." Hothead stood behind him, his smirk plainly showing his joy at seeing me in pain. Sick fragger.

"Stand up." Megatron ordered, the tone of amused pleasure gone from his voice. I stood up shakily. "Any ground rules I should know?" I asked. "Smart Autobot." Megatron said, amusement back. He was serious once more as he continued. "You do anything you're asked. If you are unwanted, go. If we need slave labor, you do it. If a room is locked or inhabited, keep walking." He paused. "Oh, and don't go too far. You wouldn't want to anyway. The device you now wear will grow more painful if you near the boundary line." Megatron turned and started to walk away. "You said I wouldn't want to cross the boundary line. What's that supposed to mean?" I called to his retreating form. He called back without stopping "The device will make your spark chamber burst, of course."

After they were gone, I slipped back into the cell to sit on the stone bench provided. I looked down at the device, a light was centered on the disc, its red light fading in and out slowly. I touched the disc and pain shot through me. The wounds were still too fresh. Making sure no one was around, I gently felt around my torso for the seam of my chest armor. Finding it, I pried the repair hatch open. I winced as the armor opened, causing the disc to hurt again. On the back side of the armor, right where the disc was, the four spikes had curled in on themselves. A hole had been bored where the center of the disc was, with a web of sparkling black wires flowing out from said hole. The wires wrapped around a thick box in the center of my systems, almost completely masking its existence in the cocoon. I placed a finger on it, and I could barely feel the pulse of my spark. Megatron now had the ability to literally blow up my soul.

Frag.

((AN: Yeah, short chapter. I know. Not a very fun chapter either. It will get back to a much lighter tone after this, promise.))