Chapter 18
Newburn watched the latest tortures and experiments himself along with Mearing sitting in as well. They watched as Optimus' voice box was painfully ripped out, along with his glossa his spilled energon not mattering to the humans around him.
He couldn't speak any longer. He suffered in silence as he prayed Primus would bring him to the Well of Allsparks soon.
He couldn't see so when they started to experiment more he didn't know what to expect and that terrified him.
"Impale him on something, while you shock his body." Newburn ordered as Mearing crossed her legs watching as Optimus' body started to malfunction now.
Mearing watched as a huge medal pole with sharp serrated edges was above Optimus' stomach while the cords for shocking Optimus were applied next. There was little reservation what that serrated blade on that pole would do to him. His stomach would be ripped apart.
"Will this torture kill him?" Mearing asked.
Newburn merely eyed her.
"I doubt it, as you said its their sparks which are their life forces. However, we are making sure he is how shall I put it completely ruined from the inside and out." Newburn explained. "Do it." He ordered as the one man closest to the machine that controlled the serrated edged blade on the pole.
He pushed some buttons and watched as the blade was sent straight into Optimus. They watched as the blade bowdlerized its way into Optimus. Optimus made awful sounds as he tried to move his legs, while the blade twist and turned inside of him.
Hot energon bubbled up, and came out of his mouth. It also was all over his throat. Optimus was in terrible shape. The blade continued to twist in his gut while his armor was being cut and torn from him.
"Those sounds are awful." Mearing growled.
Newburn chuckled then.
"Perhaps, but just watching him being destroyed is music to my ears." Newburn replied as he watched the blade be pulled out and then stuck back into him.
This was done several times until they finally gave up for a while, however, the shocks continued and Optimus slowly slipped in and out of stasis. That is, until another round of shocks pierced his spark and body which caused those sounds from him as his dying body begged for release from this evil torment.
His body was dying, and if he wasn't found soon Optimus Prime would surely die.
Hidden in the other room was Mearing's assistant who had her cell phone and dialed a number; only more than one person had intercepted the message.
"I know where Optimus Prime is he is in the old abandoned warehouse on Clockner Road, please hurry he is dying and Newburn is the one responsible as well as Mearing. They are going to take away Optimus' kids repeat they are coming for them!" she said as she hung up and prayed they saved him in time and his kids.