This is something I was working on but forgot about/gave up on after a bit. Mostly because inspiration left me. The three lines below are dialogue I had prewritten and was trying to work into the story. I'm happy with what I got done, though. It's been a while since I've written something completely inspired for myself. It comes and goes -to the point I get one paragraph a day- but I'm not rushing it. This is just based off a idea on if the Decepticon Knock Out, from Transformers Prime, kidnaps my primary OC Anna Fowler.
"This was not in my training!" Anna grumbled, half angry half scared as she wiggled in the seat belt that binded her to the passenger seat. Unfortunately it wasn't a normal seat belt and, as if to remind her of that, the leather strap tightened and gave her a tight squeeze.
"You do realize you're only wasting your energy, right? There is no way you're squirming is going to set you free." A smooth, male voice speaks from the radio, annoyed yet amused at the same time. "Just sit still and I won't zap you." It threatens and a secret compartment in the dashboard opens, a device similar to a taser coming out and sparking threateningly.
With her breath caught in her throat, Anna did as the car told her and stilled her struggling. Unknown to it, or perhaps it did know, the sparkling taser isn't the only reason. While it did scare the young woman, the sudden increase in the seat belt is a bigger motivation. It takes effort not to cry out or gasp from the way it squeezed her body. There was no way she'd give the car the satisfaction of knowing it was hurting her. Scaring her, on the other hand, is much harder to hide and, after a few seconds had past, a dark chuckle rumbled from the radio.
"Smart choice." it praises mockingly, the taser retracting back into the hidden compartment. At the same time, the seat belt's grip also loosens, returning to how it was before.
The next few moments are filled with silence, save for the sounds of the car zooming down the road. Anna steadied her breathing, in a way that hopefully continued to hide how the increase of grip had hurt her. Unfortunately her relief, as such with her fear, isn't as easy, though the car doesn't respond outside an unseen smirk. There were reasons it left this human conscious. Her reactions, both expressive and otherwise, were highly entertaining and interesting. She is unlike the others it had seen and encountered before. Brave yet foolish but not overly stupid. She was a human worth experimenting on. If not for those reasons than because she has allied herself with those goody-two-shoe Autobots.
Needless to say, Knock Out's original intent to leaving the Nemesis hadn't been to kidnap anyone. That just sort of happened. Being the automobile enthusiast that he is, the Con often liked to sneak off the ship to enter street races or the occasional car show. So running into one of the Autobot's human allies, who also happened to be completely alone and unguarded, had just been a happy coincidence. How couldn't he take advantage of the opportunity? The fact it happened to be Annabelle? Well, that was just a bonus.
"Just for the record, I know exactly how to free myself from you."
"Oh really? Then why haven't you done so already?" Knock Out inquires, his tone expressing more disbelief than curiosity with hints of mockful teasing.
"Because I don't have a death wish."