Soundwave shook from where she stood between Ironhide and Springer, optics wide as she stared at the massive silver figure standing only a few meters before her, standing before dozens of Decepticons.
Without her mask, Soundwave knew that every single Decepticon present would now know of her true identity as a femme. The very thought shook her to her core and froze her in place until Ironhide gave her a push forwards, sending her a few stumbling steps before she regained her balance.
Glancing back at the Autobots, Soundwave forced herself to turn away and begin to approach Megatron's menacing form, barely able to make out Chromia's much smaller form before she was shoved forwards, Vortex dragging her along towards the Autobot lines.
Soundwave kept her gaze on the ground as she passed the Autobot femme, ignoring Chromia's soft calls. It was already difficult enough approaching the mech that used and abused her whenever he had a bout of rage or sadistic desires… She couldn't look a friend in the optics without crying, not only being unacceptable, but Megatron would no doubt use it as an excuse to do something terrible.
The tall, lithe femme dared to glance up as she came closer to Megatron, the warlord's expression a mixture of rage and desire, both frightening to the femme as she came closer, crossing her arms over her rounded abdomen, the trembling becoming increasingly violent as she finally came to stand before the massive Kaonian.
The blow was expected, but not at this moment, when she stood between Autobot forces and before Decepticons… She had known it would happen, perhaps with a Decepticon audience, but before the Autobots as well? Megatron either wanted to get a rise out of his enemies while their leader was incapitated, or he was really that angry.
Crying out, Soundwave stumbled backwards a step, keeping her arms wrapped firmly around her abdomen as she shut her optics, the shaking of her frame never ceasing.
"You. I always knew you were a whore, Soundwave." Megatron hissed under his vents as he grabbed the telepath by a helm spike, jerking her forwards with such force that it snapped, drawing a keen from Soundwave. "But I never thought you'd frag with an Autobot! Who was it?" The warlord snarled, grabbing one of Soundwave's wrist joints and jerking her arm away from her abdomen, the warlord stilling.
Soundwave trembled as she stood, dented and frightened, one arm held above her helm as she tried to keep the other wrapped tightly around her abdomen. The sparks had begun their migration from her spark chamber to her gestation tanks, so she didn't know which part of her frame to protect save her rounded abdomen. "My Lord, my lord please!" Soundwave cried, trying to shield her faceplates with one arm when the warlord shifted his attention to them.
"You! It's yours!" Soundwave screamed out of fear, trembling violently when the onslaught of the attack ceased, daring to peak over her arm at the warlord. The shock on the scarred faceplates slowly transitioned into unbridled rage and Soundwave let out a choked sob when Megatron's servo closed over her wrists, jerking them above her helm, the femme crying out at the jolt of pain that passed through her shoulder joints. "Please, my lord… Please spare them." Soundwave whimpered, frame shaking violently as she began to pick up on the murmurs of the nearby Decepticons and appreciative leers they cast her frame.
Megatron's silence as he held her upright was nerve wracking, and Soundwave let out another sob as she became more in tune with the sounds surrounding her… She could hear Chromia's shouting from the Autobot's line. Why'd you let her do it 'Hide? You shouldn't have done this! As well as the Decepticons around her, but she blocked out what they were saying.
"You dared to hide this from me?"
Soundwave flinched at the anger and hatred in the tone, optics wide and nearly white with fear as she looked up into her lord's molten red, trying to find something appropriate to say beside the frightened sobs occasionally wracking her frame. "My lord, please, I-" The femme's protests were cut off into a cry of pain when the warlord's taloned digits closed around her helm and slammed her facefirst into the ground.
Energon exploded in Soundwave's mouth when he helm came in contact with a stone, pleading and crying as the warlord ruthlessly beat her helm against the ground several times until she began to lose consciousness, the onslaught finally ceasing as she was dropped to the ground, shaking in pain and fear.
Megatron must've said something, because Soundwave had felt his ex-vents against her audio, but they were ringing so badly that she couldn't comprehend her lord's words.
Someone lifted her from the ground and began to drag Soundwave away as the femme's optics flickered out, arms still wrapped tightly around her middle as she sent a frightened pulse from her spark. Several moments passed and Soundwave was sure that her sparklings were lost when she felt it… The faint glimmer of two tiny spark pulses, allowing the femme to fall into unconsciouness with relief wrapping around her tightly. She knew what was coming, and she would need any rest she could… But she wasn't thinking of that…
Soundwave wanted Prime…
Her Prime.