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Clare POV

I tried to pull away from the hologram's grip, but was rewarded with another strike to the face. This time it was back handed. I was hit so hard that I was knocked down onto the bed, dazed. God, I counted five slaps by him today, a new record. It made me absently wonder how bruised my whole body was.

My thought was interrupted when Megatron grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me over. His hand left my shoulder, snatched onto my hair, and slammed my face down. Thankfully, my face landed on a soft pillow so it didn't hurt as much.

I felt both of the hologram's hands slowly slide down to my hips. I wasn't prepared when he stuffed himself back into me, except he went into my arsehole. It was so painful that I screamed. My hands clawed at the bed sheets, desperately trying to grab onto something. Being fucked anally hurt so much more, especially with Megatron doing it.

"You're so tight," Megatron purred. "It feels good." He pushed in deeper as he laid his body on top of me again.

I had to turn my head to the side so that I wouldn't be smothered by the pillow. I still hadn't recovered from the brutality I just endured, and I wasn't sure how much more I was able to take. His goal clearly wasn't to pleasure me.

"No," I moaned. "Please.....stop."

"Take it," he growled. The hologram pushed himself deeper into me. I tried to fight him at first but gave up. He was too much and it was better to just get it over with. Megatron sensed my defeat and murmured softly into my ear, "Yes, that's a good girl. Take it all my little whore." I couldn't help but shiver at his words. I'm not just his little pet anymore. I'm also his little whore.

Megatron grabbed onto my wrists again to pin me down. I wasn't going to move anyway but the Decepticon loved the control. He thrived from it. I was helpless from the start and he knew it. He took me without effort and made me into his play thing. His pet. The pain from knowing that, and among other things, got to me and I began to cry.

"Hurts doesn't it," Megatron murmured. He began to pump into me deeper, faster, and harder. The helpless sounds I was making grew louder as did his groans of pleasure. "I just love feeling your pain," He growled. "But it isn't enough. Let's make things more interesting." As he said that, Megatron's hand slid down my right arm and grabbed it. Energy began to build up but I couldn't control it. "Here's the second part of your punishment," the Decepticon lord whispered.

Suddenly, an outpour of thoughts came into my mind. Memories, flashbacks, emotions, fantasies. Everything that was Megatron. Everything in his mind. Then everything of mine rushed in as well. The flashbacks blinded my vision as they jumbled in together at the same time. I couldn't tell what was who's. Too much! There was too much!

Megatron crushing Autobot's throat......A girl's broken arm healed over night.....A sliver alien robot staring down at a little girl in bed.....Two robots watching a peaceful city.....A teenage girl see's her yellow guardian die....BUMBLEBEE!!....she starts screaming.....

'No stop! Get out of my mind!' I screamed in my head.

'Why would I do that?' Megatron's voice echoed.

Then a giant silver mech was licking the blood off a girl...a police man shoots the girl in the ally....the Decepticon leader beating his second down..... "Failure is unacceptable Starscream,"Megatron growled......the silver mech tears the head off of an Autobot, sticks it onto a pole, waves the pole back and forth like a flag....."Megatron, what have you done!?" Prime roared...

Flashbacks overlapped one another. It was too confusing. There was images of Cybertron and dead robots. Autobots. Dead. So many of them slaughtered. Their heads staked onto poles. The images of Megatron killing and torturing came at once. It was......to much!!

An orange blade goes through Megatron's spark....the silver 'bot crashes through a submarine......beats down Starscream....."Little human slave," a deep raspy voice said..... "FIND THE MATRIX!!"....

'Pleasure. No, wait that's pain. No no no. NO!'

'Hate, anger. Happiness and....love?'

'I don't know! Couldn't think. Too much going on. Too much chaos. Please stop!!'My mind felt like it was going to explode. Too much was happening at one moment.

Suddenly, everything stopped. My mind stopped. I was still alive, still aware of my surroundings. But I felt gone. I felt distant, almost dead. I felt weak, exposed, violated. I wasn't me anymore.

The hologram on top of me chuckled. "Well that was a rush," he said. "That should teach you where your place is to me, right my pet?"

I spoke without thinking. "Yes my lord," My voice was hollow. Nothing. Empty, just like me.

"Good," Megatron purred. He brushed the hair from my face with his left hand. I flinched at his movement, thinking that he will hurt me again. I could still feel his firm grip of my right arm. "It doesn't take much effort to torture you like this, girl," he growled. "So if you ever act up on me, then I will take the pleasure in breaking your body and mind. Do you understand?"

His last sentence came out pleasant and slightly cheerful. I felt more disturbed. I thought Megatron was crazy before but after seeing what he's done, I was beyond terrified of him.

When I didn't answer his question, the hologram pressed his cheek onto mine. His body pressed down onto mine. The action put more fear into me.

"Well," he asked making me flinch again. His voice sounded a little irritated and was more forceful. "Do you understand or not?"

I closed my eyes and began to shake slightly. I finally opened my mouth and said, "I understand....my lord."

"Very good," Megatron hummed. He kissed my cheek and began to caress it. "I wonder how long it would take for your mind to completely shut down if I continued," he said thoughtfully.

My throat closed up in fear when I heard him say that. My body shook uncontrollably as his grip tightened on my right arm.

"Please, no more," I whimpered. "Please."

"For now," Megatron sighed, "I'll leave you to recover. But before I go..." The hologram's grip tightened even more. Energy began to build up again painfully. Then suddenly, it felt like something exploded in my arm which caused me to shriek at the pain.

Megatron chuckled than sat up. He finally let go of my arm, which felt very stiff. "I stopped your energon flow," the Decepticon said simply. "That way you can't harm me or any of my minions. It's only temporary thought."

He ran his fingers through my hair and over my cheek. If it wasn't Megatron doing it, I would have considered it as a loving touch. But it wasn't. It was to mock me. To humiliate me. To scare me.

"I see that you're not thinking about Prime anymore," Megatron snarled. "Keep it that way." With that said, the hologram disappeared.

I was left naked, alone, and empty. All this happened only because I thought about him. About Optimus. I wasn't even allowed to think about him anymore.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I kept on apologizing. I didn't know to who though. To Optimus, because I betrayed him. To Megatron, because I didn't obay him. To the Autobots, because I was weak. To Caitlin, because I was such a bad friend.

I think I was mostly apologizing to Optimus. I didn't understand how he could love a pathetic girl like me. I was just a stupid little human while he was a great Autobot leader. Optimus deserved a much better lover than me. I was not fit for such a magnificent Autobot like him.

I slowly sat up. My body was stiff and sore. Bruises covered nearly every inch of my body. My whole right arm was indigo from the energy build up. It felt heavy and was burning. My eyes lingered to the floor. I spotted the pair of scissor the I penetrated Ravage with.

I got off the bed, grabbed the scissors, then went to the bathroom. When I looked into the mirror, I froze. The face I saw enraged me. The face of the pitiful broken human; all bruised up and dead looking. I hated that girl in the mirror. That foolish, miserable, powerless thing. She's not worthy of living.

The scissors in my hand were brought up to my neck. My hands shook as I placed the tip onto my throat.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" someone screamed. That person grabbed my hand and tore the scissors out of it. It was Caitlin.

"What happened!?" she yelled. "Who did this to you!?"

I blinked then turned to the girl. She looked horrified. All those hopeless thoughts slightly went away and I was able to think a little normally again.

"Where did you come from?" I asked.

"That guy," Caitlin said. "The perverted one who's next door. I asked him where you were. He said you were in here."

"Leo," I whispered. I forgot that he existed. I momentarily forgot a lot of things.

Caitlin quickly left then came back with a blanket. When she tried to wrap it around me I jerked away. Caitlin stood there with the blanket in her hands, staring at me with fear.

"What was I doing?" I asked. I slowly slid down to my knees. Caitlin took her chance and gently placed the blanket over my shoulders. My body tensed a bit by her closeness. "Why was I listening to him?" I whispered. I realized that I wasn't thinking about me being unworthy. I was forced to think that. Megatron forced me to feel helpless.

"Listening to who?" Caitlin asked. I couldn't tell her. She'll think I'm a whore. A weak little slut. I can't tell her anything.

"Leave," I muttered.

"What?"

"Leave!" I roared. "Now!" My voice cracked at the last work. I was about to son. But I couldn't do it in front of Caitlin, who was staring at me. "Please," I whimpered. "I don't want you to see me like this."

Caitlin POV

Seeing my friend like this was scary. She was terrified. I knew I should have been distracted by her being naked but I was dwelled on other things. Her body was blue, black and red from bruises. I could see a little trickle of blood run down her legs. Her skin looked raw and was paler than ever. Her eyes looked dull and empty. Clare didn't look at me. She just stared down at my feet.

"Clare," I said, trying to keep my voice low and calm. "What happened?" She shook her head. "Clare please. You've told be things before. Like about what happened between you and that robot named Megatron."

Clare's eyes snapped up at me. She looked furious.

"Do not speak his name!" she yelled.

"He did this, didn't he?" I asked hollowly.

"No," she whispered. "I allowed it."

"Clare.." I began.

"Go away!" she yelled. Her hands shook as she reached for the scissors that I threw to the floor.

"Clare stop it!" I said back. She was going crazy and I didn't know what to do.

"Get out!!" she roared again but more viciously. Clare pointed the scissors at me. I slowly backed away and out of the bathroom. Clare got up and slammed the door shut. After a moment she called out, "I'm sorry Caitlin." She sounded like she was crying.

I had a feeling it was Megatron again. Just by her reaction, I knew. But I thought he was gone though. Maybe robots don't die permanently. I didn't know. I didn't know what he did to her or what I'm going to do about it. All of this was not good at all.

I slowly walked out of Clare's cabin. But before I left, I noticed that her cell phone was ringing. The sound and vibrate was off but the light was on. I glanced at the caller ID. It was Bumblebee.

"Sorry Clare but this is for your own good," I muttered then picked up the phone and ran outside.

"Bumblebee?" I asked when I answered the phone.

"Caitlin?" he asked back.

"Yes, it's Caitlin," I said a little frantically.

"Hi Caitlin. Can I talk to Clare?" Bumblebee asked sweetly. I hesitated. Should I tell? Clare got really angry the last time I told. I was scared then. I was scared now. "Caitlin? Are you there?" Bumblebee asked which brought me back to the present.

"No, she can't talk right now," I said quickly. "Clare's really tired right now. She's asleep. I'll tell her to call you back when she's awake."

"Well, you don't have to," Bumblebee said in a slightly disappointed tone. He sounded really down. Poor guy. He really does miss Clare."Just tell her that Optimus had to leave."

"Leave?" I asked baffled. "Optimus was here?"

"Yeah. He wanted to wait for your camp to be over but he had to go back to the base now," Bumblebee said with a sigh. I had no idea that he was here. Maybe I should just tell Bumblebee about her condition. But, I don't want to face Clare's wrath again. She broke my wrist last time and I don't know what worse things she would do.

"Oh ok," I said quickly. "I'll tell her."Bumblebee hung up without another word.

It felt wrong to lie. Especially about something like this. But maybe it wasn't such a big deal. Maybe Clare will be able to solve this. Hopefully, she will get better.

Tuesday

A few days have passed and Clare has gone from bad to worse. I don't see her that often. She's always locked up in her cabin. I assumed that she was alone but that guy, who's next door to her, keeps mentioning that he hears screaming in her cabin. That scares the crap out of me.

I've told a councilor about Clare not coming out. The councilor went to Clare's cabin, opened it up, and found it empty. The councilor thinks that I'm just paranoid. Damn him.

Clare has been missing out on volunteering, so I've been doing both mine and Clare's chores. I was able to manage it for the first couple days but by the third day it got ridiculous. It helped even less that I had a broken wrist. Thankfully some of my friends were able to help me.

Every time I did see Clare, though, she looked like a completely different person. She was always fully covered despite it being summer. She wore the sunglasses I gave to her to hide her red eyes, which didn't look red anymore. They were a dull shade of brown. The glasses didn't hide the fact that she had bruises all over her face. Her mouth was bruised and puffy. Her hair was unkept and wild. I assumed that Clare had many more injuries on her body that she's trying to conceal.

Clare never looked at anyone. She never let anyone touch her. One time, Clare didn't have her glasses on. What I saw in her eyes terrified me. It was hard to explain. Insane was the closest thing I could get in describing how her eyes looked.

Today, Clare was sitting on the top stair of her cabin. She was hugging herself and rocking slightly. The hood from her sweater was over her head, as if it was a cave to hide in. Clare was a complete shadow of herself.

I couldn't take this anymore. I had to tell. I just had to. Thankfully, I still had Clare's cell phone with me, so I decided to call Optimus. He answered on the second ring.

"Clare, I'm sorry that I had to leave. I..." he began but I cut him off.

"This isn't Clare. It's Caitlin," I said quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry Caitlin," he said sincerely. "Why are you using Clare's phone? Do you want to talk to Ironhide?"

"No, I have to talk to you," I said urgently. "It's about Clare."

Optimus went silent. After a moment, he finally asked, "Is Clare alright?" His tone changed completely. He now sounded serious and a little angry.

"No," I said straight up. "I don't know what's going on with her but she's not the same. Optimus, you should see her. Clare's.......I don't know how to explain it." I did my best to describe how Clare looked and acted. Optimus was silent the whole time, which made me nervous.

"I'm coming," Optimus finally said darkly.

"Now?" I asked.

"It will take me and the Autobots a couple of days to arrive," he said. "But we will hurry. Please watch over Clare for me."

"Of course. Thank you Optimus," I said slightly relieved.

"No, thank you for telling me," he said then hung up.

A couple of days? Damn it. I hoped to God that Clare will be able to hold on until then. I wished she hadn't told Bumblebee to go with the Autobots. He'd be here by now and would have helped Clare. I wished more that I would have told sooner. I felt as if this was all my fault.