Again warning for this chapter, more torture and abuse. So viewers beware.
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Megatron growled as he watched his rival enter Turbo's cell, this gave him an edge; he now knew where to find the femme. "Knockout, Barricade" he yelled, causing the two mechs to jump forward, now standing directly in front of him. "Ultra Magnus would not leave the safety of the Autobots main base at a time like this, which means Turbo is being held somewhere there" he spoke, optics barely leaving the screen. "Astrotrain will fly you to Autobot territory" he said, his frame shaking hard with rage. "Find her. Bring her home" he said, causing both mechs to reply instantly with a 'yes sir', before darting from the room.
"I'm going with them" Lockdown said, but was stopped by a large servo.
"You are too large to get in and out without being detected. If the Autobots know we're there, they may just offline her" Megatron said.
Lockdown knew the silver mech was right, but still hated sitting around doing nothing. "Fine" he growled, as he dropped himself back into the chair.
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Turbo looked at the Autobot leader with hatred and fear. She had hoped to never see him again, but guessed that was too much to ask for.
"Turbostrike" the mech practically purred, his servo coming up to brush against her cheek lightly, almost tenderly; causing the femme to flinch away.
"It's just Turbo now" the femme hiss, moving her helm away from the mech, not wanting him to touch her at all.
"Very well, Turbo" the mech started, although he made no moved to touch her again, he also made no move to back away from her either. "I was hoping you would cooperate with my mechs. But I suppose you will have to talk to me now" the mech said, causing the femme to growl. Ultra Magnus ignored the femme's attitude; for now, as he started to circle her. "You say that Lockdown is probably with the Decepticons" he mused. "So tell me femme, where are the Decepticons?" he asked.
Turbo smirked slightly, she knew her answer was probably going to piss the mech off, but she hoped it would be worth it. "Would you believe me if I told you they were probably with Lockdown?" she asked, sounding almost proud of herself. She almost chuckled, but suddenly grit her dentas to stop a cry of pain as the Magnus punched her from behind… Hard. Her entire body jolted forwards as pain flared throughout her sensor net.
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Lockdown turned away from the screen, tears streaming down his faceplates as he heard the femmes pain. He hated seeing or hearing her in pain, and wanted to nothing more than to take it away. He promised himself that sometime; somehow he was going to make the Magnus pay for causing his femme pain.
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Ultra Magnus grinned as the femme gasped through the pain, he would have been lying if he said he didn't enjoy her pain. "We'll try that again, where are the Decepticons?" he asked, his patience wearing thin.
Turbo growled slightly as the pain began to ebb, sagging on her bonds, wanting and wishing she could beat the living slag out of the Magnus. "I don't know" she whispered, willingly the tears; that threatened to fall, away. "I don't know where they were heading before I was botnapped… But even if I did" she growled, suddenly looking up at the Magnus, optics burning with rage and pride. "I wouldn't tell you" she snarled.
Ultra Magnus sighed angrily as he turned, nodding to one of the mechs. He suddenly turned back, his servo once again lifting to her faceplates, but this time instead of a gentle touch; he grabbed her in a firm painful grip. "I was hoping you would be cooperative, but instead I find myself needing to show you your place" he growled, as he held her firm. "I will show you what happens when a bot messes with me" he hissed dangerously. He suddenly turned as one of the mechs offered him what looked to be an energon prod. "I had hoped not to use this" the Magnus said, as he activated the weapon.
Turbo suddenly started to struggle again, unadulterated fear shot through her. She knew what that weapon was, and knew what it was capable of. She wanted to be as far away from here as possible. Her whole frame tensed as the prod touched her armour, the pain that flared through her was excruciating; but she still refused to scream. She groaned lowly, denta ground together tightly, not wanting to cry out and give the Autobots the satisfaction. It seemed like forever before the prod finally left her frame, allowing her to cycle properly again, panting through the pain.
"I must admit, your will is stronger than I expected" the Magnus said, as he stared at the femme in surprise. "Perhaps we'll try something else" he said quietly, before turning to the mech behind him. "Open her chestplates" he ordered, causing the femme to growl as her struggling renewed.
"With pleasure" the mech said, as he stepped forward his servos instantly finding her chestplates. Suddenly he grunted in pain as she femme helm butted hard, causing him to stumble back holding his throbbing olfactory sensor. "Frag it, restrain her" he growled, as the mech behind the femme grabbed the femmes helm tightly; holding her in place.
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Megatron and Lockdown both looked on in horror at the screen. "He can't do that" Lockdown growled, his servos slamming down on the arm of the chair. "He could offline her" he yelled, wishing he had been taken instead of her. He wished it was himself taking this pain and not her, and wanted so badly to be there to help her through it.
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Turbo growled as her chestplates parted, her spark chamber open and on display for all to see. She wished so badly she could curl up to cover herself, but the stasis beams stopped all movements.
"It's been said that this to an open spark chamber can cause pain beyond belief. Breaking even the strongest of mechs" Ultra Magnus said, as he looked from the prod to the femme. He grinned as he watched fear shoot over her faceplates, loving how she squirmed to get away from him. "Shall we test that theory?" he asked, before shoving the prod into the femme's spark chamber.
Turbo tensed her whole body arching dangerously as the prod slammed into her spark chamber. She tried desperately to stop the howl of agony from ripping past her lips, but she couldn't. She screamed as the pain ripped through every part of her body, she felt it all throughout, no sensor was left unaffected as agony overtook her systems, causing all of them to shutdown to recover.
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Lockdown couldn't take it anymore; he turned on his pedes, quickly darting from the room. He ran down the hall some ways, before leaning heavily against one of the walls. He allowed tears to fall from his optics as he willed the femme's pain filled screams out of his helm. He slid down to his knees, now openly sobbing; not caring who saw him. He couldn't lose the femme he loved so much, not now. He suddenly felt two large servos touch him, trying to sooth him.
"Let it out Lockdown" Megatron said, as he held the bounty hunter close, not bothering to stop his own tears as they fell. "I promise you, Ultra Magnus will pay for this" the silver mech growled, as he held the other trying desperately to comfort the hurting mech.
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Ultra Magnus grinned as he pulled the prod from the femme, watching as her frame sagged limply on the bonds. He stepped forward his servo reaching to grab her chin, grinning as he felt no resistance; knowing the femme had been knocked into stasis. "We'll pick this up later my dear" he whispered to the unconscious femme, before letting her helm drop limply against her; still open chestplates. "Come" he said, to the other mechs as he headed for the door. "She'll be out for awhile"
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Knockout and Barricade navigated the Autobot base fairly easily, as it was set up somewhat similar to the Decepticon base. "Come on" the red medic said, as they rounded a corner. "We should be close now" he said, as they ran towards the stockades, having assumed it would be the best place to look. Suddenly they ran around another corner, straight into an Autobot soldier. Both Decepticons brought weapons online, threatening to offline the bot.
The bot in question, a bulky dark blue mech, lifted his servos up in a universal sigh of surrender. "Hey, please don't hurt me" he said, his yellow optics looking down at the two in fear. "I don't want any trouble" he said, not even bothering to defend himself; and both Cons knew that he could probably beat them both if he tried.
"Not that I'm complaining" Knockout started, as he lowered his saw blade, only marginally. "Why are you not fighting back?" he asked, curiosity suddenly filling his frame.
The blue mech looked at the two Decepticons, his servos not leaving their place above his helm. "I don't wanna be here anymore" he whispered, as he looked won; almost in shame. "I thought I wanted to be an Autobot, but now… I know what they are" he growled, his optics began to tear up slightly. "I never would have joined if I'd known they were capable of such an act" he said, gaining both Decepticons attention.
"What act?" Barricade asked curtly, not meaning to come off as rude; but desperately wanting this conversation to end so they could find the femme.
"They tortured that poor femme" he practically sobbed, both mechs suddenly looking at each other knowingly.
"Where?" Knockout asked, not even having to ask which femme, he already knew.
"The interrogation room" the mech said, suddenly lowering his servos. "I'll show you" he said, as he turned to lead the mechs to the interrogation room. "I'm Breakdown by the way" he said.
"I'm Knockout and this is Barricade" the red medic said, as the motioned towards the black and white mech.
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True to his word, Breakdown had led them to the interrogation room. He opened the doors slightly, looking in the room to make sure no-one was there, but he saw only the femme; still hanging from her bonds. "Clear" he said, quietly as he stepped inside the room, the two mechs following.
Knockout looked up at the femme and almost purged his tanks at the sight. She hung limply; almost lifeless, from the stasis beams; energon leaking from the wound on her leg to pool on floor below her. He would have assumed her offline if it weren't for the spark that was pulsing weakly in her open spark chamber. "Oh Turbo" he whispered, as he approached the femme, his servo gently cupping her cheek. "What have they done to you?"