Be warned there is some abuse is this chapter, so some viewers may be triggered. This chapter will jump a bit back and forth from the cons to Turbo; it'll be easy to determine the difference.
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All occupants of the command centre stopped as they watched Turbo struggle against her bonds, wishing so much they could be there now to help her. Lockdown was taking it the worse; his frame had tensed so much everyone was sure something was going to snap. Suddenly they watched as three Autobots walked into the cell.
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Turbo struggled at the bonds, trying desperately to get free. She growled as she twisted against the stasis beams, hoping they would give way. She hated that she'd allowed herself to be captured, and hated even more that she knew Lockdown would be blaming himself for her capture. Be strong Lockdown She thought as she continued to struggle.
"Give up little femme" one of the bots said, as they all chuckled. "You're not getting out of here. Now I got some questions" he said, as he approached the femme.
"What makes you think I'm gonna answer them" Turbo growled down at the mech, her frame twisted and tensing in the hopes to get free. She wished so badly that she could escape from the beams so she could kick these mechs afts.
"Because if you don't, it may hurt… For you" the mech growled, as his faceplates morphed into anger. "Now I'll start with an easy one. What's your name?" he asked, causing the femme to scoff.
"Go frag yourself" the femme snapped, wishing he was a little closer so she could at least kick him.
The mech growled as his took two quick steps forward, throwing his clenching fist forward to collide with the femme's tank, causing her to double over; or at least attempt to, in pain. He didn't wait for her to recover before he punched her in the jaw, sending her helm snapping to the right.
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Lockdown growled as he watched the mech strike his femme, he clenched his fist tight enough to hurt, wanting nothing more than to rip the mechs helm off. He hated that he couldn't protect his femme, and wished they had an idea of where she was. But there was nothing obvious on the screen.
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Turbo hissed in pain as she hung limply, she wanted to be able to massage her aching tank to ease the pain. "That all you got" she hissed, as she stared at the mech, "I've seen sparklings that could hit harder than you" he said, knowing it would piss him off. If there was one thing she knew about mechs; at least Autobot mechs anyway, was that they hated to be called weak especially by femmes.
The mech growled as he turned to face her, his faceplates tight with rage. "You little glitch" he growled as he stepped forward again, missing the smirk that graced her faceplates, as he went to strike her again.
Turbo's legs suddenly shot up, wrapping tightly around the mechs neck. She grinned as the mech grabbed her legs, trying to pry them off him; but they wouldn't budge. She suddenly grunted in pain as one of the other Bots struck her from behind, hitting right where her t-cog was. She growled through the pain, but didn't let go of the Autobot; if they were going to keep her here, they were going to suffer for it. She grunted as the bot hit her again, whilst the third bot tried to help pry her legs from around the first bot; who was currently gasping for breath. She suddenly ground her denta together as a knife was stabbed into her leg, causing her legs to part enough for the mech to escape. She growled again as the blade was drawn from the wound.
The first mech rubbed his neck as he looked at the femme; who was almost looking pleased with herself. "Bind her legs" he said. Suddenly another stasis beam shot up from the floor, grabbing both her legs in a tight grasp.
Turbo gasped as her legs were pulled together and down, the wound on her leg shot pain through her frame as it leaked energon.
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Lockdown growled swearing vengeance on any bot that touched his mate; he suddenly stopped at that thought. My mate. It just sounded right. He continued to watch the screen as some of the others turned away, unable to continue to watch one of their own get hurt in such a way. Lockdown probably would have joined them, if not for that fact that he needed to know where the femme was, and so far there was nothing to point to where she was, except for the fact that she was somewhere within Autobot territory.
"If you want to stop Lockdown, I will stay and…" the silver mech said, worried for the black and green mechs mental health.
"No" Lockdown growled, he wanted to know where his future mate was being held, he wanted to be there for her; even if it was just in spirit. He promised a slow agonising offlining to any who dared touch the femme he loved.
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Turbo hung from her bonds, although her struggles had weakened, she never stopped. She looked at the two mechs in front of her before glancing back to the mech behind her.
"Now" she heard the first mech say, bringing her attention back to him. "We'll start again" he said, as he took a few cautious steps forward; causing the femme to grin slightly. "What is your name?" he spoke, standing approximately two meters away from her.
Turbo sighed as she sagged against the bonds, her strength starting to fade. "My name is Nitro" she lied, hoping that they would buy it; though the sudden punch to the faceplates said otherwise.
"Your real name now" the mech growled.
"Turbo" the femme growled. "My name's Turbo" she said, trying to struggle against the bonds again, though gave a very weak effort.
"Good" the mech purred, almost sweetly. "Now where is your partner?" he asked, watching as the femme sagged fully into the bonds; smirking as he watched the last of her strength left her.
"I don't know" she said, gaining a sudden punch to the mid section, causing her to attempt to double over, energon spraying out of her mouth as she coughed.
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Megatron was the one to growl this time, as he watched the Autobots abuse the femme he loved as a sister. He wished he could be there, to take her away from the pain; or at least take her pain away. He vowed to make Ultra Magnus pay for this.
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Turbo gasped as pain radiated throughout her whole body, her leg being the worst. Her helm dropped suddenly looking at the ever growing puddle of her own energon; that was still leaking from the wound on the leg. She growled as the Autobot came into view, flinching away as his servo grabbed her chin.
"One more time femme. Where is Lockdown?" he asked, again grinning at the femme's pain.
"I would assume he is on the Decepticon vessel" she said quietly, wanting nothing more than to be away from here. She closed her optics, imagining herself with Lockdown; curled up together on there berth, his servo playing with her hip as his lips latched to hers.
"Oh no femme, don't go into recharge now" the mech below her said, with mock concern. "The fun is just beginning" he announced, suddenly breaking her out of her happy place.
Turbo optics snapped open with a groan, as the Autobot pushed a digit into the stab wound on her leg; causing white hot pain to flare throughout her entire body. She bit her glossa, refusing to scream out or beg for mercy, she would not give them the pleasure of hearing that. She wished so much she could move her legs to kick this bot.
Suddenly a voice rang through the cell, one that commanded authority. "Enough" the voice said, as the mech walked into the room. "There are easier ways to gain information" the mech said, as he approached the femme; who's optics were wide.
All three Autobots bowed at the new arrival, as the first one spoke. "Apologies, Ultra Magnus"