A/N OMP YAAAAAY I'M BACK. XDDDDD
I know, I know, I haven't been on here in a LONG while.
And this isn't my best work, either. I've just had a REALLY serious case of writer's block lately...but at least I'm getting over it now! :D
I can't guarantee that the next chapter is going to be great (honestly, I think CHP. #3 of this may be my masterpiece, LAWL), but I'll try. For you guys. *salute*
But until then, this is what I have.
Enjoy.

Terror pulsed from the young mech's spark. Desperately trying to shrink back against the berth, he felt whimpers leave his tightening throat, even past the gush of energon.
"Stop squirming, Smokescreen, I can't get at you," Knockout complained loudly, though he really enjoyed Smokescreen's terror.
Giving up on working slowly, he harshly spiked the Autobot mech with the electrocuter.
"RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" Smokescreen roared in agony, sparks engulfing his metal on contact. His servos shook violently, and more energon bubbled out of his throat. Coolant rushed down his faceplates, the pain almost too much to bear.
After what felt like an eternity, Knockout brought back the tool. Desperately gasping for air, Smokescreen trembled, unable to stop. Agony burned in his metal.
"What, did you like that?" Knockout purred, a smile spreading his lips. Wasting no time, he struck Smokescreen's shoulder. The young mech shrieked bloodcurdlingly, optic wide with pain. Cackling, the Decepticon medic pulled back and electrocuting his victim again and again, mercilessly, lacking hesitation.
Searing agony ripped through Smokescreen with each strike. Between screeches bearing the horror and pain of it all, he wailed, "KNOCKOUT! STOP! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!" He was shaking and gushing energon from all over, letting loose shrill cries each and every time electricity coursed agonizingly through him. "I c-can't take it anymore!" He finally sobbed in despair, crying uncontrollably. Knockout paid absolutely no heed, laughing maniacally at Smokescreen as the Autobot mech screamed in agony for the umpteenth time, blue energon spilling from the corner of his mouth and coolant rushing down his face. Violent spasms overtook his body.
After a long while, the red Decepticon medic pulled back to admire his work. He grinned down at the quaking form of Smokescreen, at the burn marks patching the young Autobot's metal amongst spurts of energon.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Knockout leered, leaning in close to Smokescreen's face. His victim seemed to lie still for a moment, optics closed and desperately sucking in breath after breath. He was caught by surprise when Smokescreen suddenly spat some energon into his faceplates.
"AAGH!" The medic cried, slapping a servo to his stinging optic. "Ohh!"
An irritated growl left his throat as he saw the other mech's smug expression, obvious even though his faceplates were torn, one of his optics was destroyed, and energon pumped from his mouth.
A 'harrumph' exploded from Knockout in annoyance, and he bared his denta. For once, he seemed deeply angered rather than savagely excited and happy.
"Oh, so you want to play? You will pay for that, Smokescreen," He growled, wiping away the energon. He still didn't seem to notice the splattered energon, some of it now dried, on the rest of his red chassis.
Before Smokescreen could react, Knockout's servo landed onto the young mech's forehelm. He threw the Autobot's helm back, shoving the electrocuter into the open mouth.
Incredible agony blazed into Smokescreen once more. Convulsing uncontrollably, he felt a gurgled scream force its way out of his scarred throat, optic flying open wide as deadly voltage burned and crackled into his systems again. Unending shudders of pain vibrated his nerves, sending him into spasms.
Renewed joy flooded into Knockout, spreading his faceplates wide in a huge grin. Some reluctance was felt as he pulled out the scintillate tool. "How was that? Did you learn some sense of respect yet, hmm?" He purred, still grinning. A weak groan dragged out of Smokescreen as Knockout watched.
The Autobot's optic was stretched wide, staring at nothing as residual pain sunk deep into him. The lights on the ceiling were now strangely hypnotic… Constant tremors made his energon-stained metal clatter. Silent tears fell from his optic, and his mouth was still open.
A sudden fit of coughing and hacking sent more energon sputtering out of Smokescreen's mouth. Knockout simply watched, optics coolly staring at the energon-smeared form. "If you want to stop coughing, I can help with that," He commented, words slightly drawled for some reason.
Doubt flickered in Smokescreen. Knockout wouldn't try and help him, not so soon after tormenting him so harshly…right?
To his surprise, the cherry-red mech grabbed something off the table and slipped a couple digits into Smokescreen's mouth. The Autobot would've bit him, but he was too tired and was just beginning to enter shock. Knockout pressed the 'something' from off the table, which was actually a small slab of a kind of sealing, healing metal, over the internal throat wound of Smokescreen's. After he was done, he took his servo out.
Uneasily, the young victim swallowed the energon in his mouth, shuddering softly at the taste. He stiffened when he realized that there was no more energon gushing into his oral cavity. Nothing… He gratefully drew in a long breath. Never before had he been so happy at being able to breathe without his throat clogging.
"Feeling better?"
Smokescreen whipped his helm around his surprise, wincing at the sudden pain.
Knockout was staring smugly at him, arms crossed over his energon-splattered chest. "I take that as a yes, since you look so pleased."
The Autobot didn't answer, optic cold. As he watched, his tormentor sighed and turned his back.
"I suppose we've had enough for today, don't you think?" He said casually.
Smokescreen froze. He hadn't been expecting that answer. Knockout had been torturing him endlessly…and now he stopped, so abruptly and without warning? Probably another Con trick.
"We can go on tomorrow," Knockout continued, striding to the table with the assorted torture tools. He gingerly picked up a cloth that Smokescreen hadn't seen before among the partially organized, energon-caked mass. Wasting no time, the Decepticon mech began wiping away the worst of the energon, seeming not to care the various times his servo slipped into a gash. He did, however, perk up a bit when Smokescreen cringed and ground his denta in pain when that happened.
It wasn't very long before Knockout stepped back and glanced over the young mech's body, giving a single, curt nod in approval. "The energon leakage is starting to slow, so you won't lose very much energon throughout the night. Even so, your level of energon is extremely low…you may die very soon…" Knockout commented, optic ridges furrowing.
A prick of fear stabbed Smokescreen's spark, and his breathing unconsciously grew quicker, and so did his sparkrate. At the same time, there was a sick sense of relief. It would be all over…he wouldn't have to endure the never-ending torment and agony ever again.
He was snapped back to reality when Knockout moved behind him again. Smokescreen braced himself for something to happen to the raw patches of circuitry that had become what was left of his doors. There was nothing.
He blinked confusion, wondering what Knockout was doing back there if he wasn't going to torment and him again.
A shuffling of metal met his audio receptors suddenly, and then the doctor came back into view, pushing an energon drip on wheels in front of him. He stopped it beside the Autobot, and for fun, slyly reached back to tease and tug a wire. A stab of agony reached down Smokescreen's back in a thin tendril, and he yelped at the unexpected pain.
With vorns of experience in his movements, he hooked Smokescreen up to it.
The arrival of new energon gushing into his systems made the young mech start. He let out a gasp and jolted, but the motion sent burning flashes of pain into him again. He yelped, forced to settle down again. Low chuckling crept into his consciousness, and he glanced to Knockout again.
"You should probably know you're going to lose most of this batch of energon, as well," Knockout murmured nonchalantly. He turned his back on Smokescreen again so he could work on the energon drip, setting it to stop pumping energon after a certain amount of time.
An eerie silence followed his words when he finished, and didn't turn around again. And then slowly, he swiveled his helm to give him a dark, narrowed glare. "Because I'm not done with you yet…" The level stare that Knockout fixed Smokescreen with looked so dark and knowing that the Autobot was starting to believe that it wasn't just a game to Knockout. It was then that he realized the Decepticon knew the pain he was enduring, and it wasn't just a party. But then a disturbingly wide, insane-looking grin slowly grew on the mech's faceplates. He didn't waver when Smokescreen shuddered and looked away.
"You have a good night's sleep, my dear," He leered, heading for the door out. The lights went out suddenly, and then there was only darkness after the door automatically closed.

Smokescreen tried to fall asleep, he really did. After all the torture, he had grown increasingly tired, and all he wanted was a peaceful recharge.
And yet, sleep wouldn't come.
Now he was able to see a bit better as his optics adjusted to the low light. Some light from his optics shone onto things and reflected off of metal things. Energon had also begun to ooze a bit from his scores at the new energon draining into him, casting a dim glow.
For some reason, his gaze kept flickering back to the shelves and shelves of helms. He hated looking at the unnerving sight, but he couldn't look away, either. Would Knockout gore out his optics, and mount his severed helm on a shelf to join more lost victims, for all to see? The thought sent disgusted shudders through him, and his remaining optic already started to ache, as if Knockout was spearing it out already.
But he would never put it past him.

A/N OHOHOHOHO. HOW INTERESTING WAS THAT. XD
Yes, things are going for a slightly different turn now. :3

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