I'm baaaack! I just have a few things to say and then we'll get started!

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Warnings (Imma start putting these up): Lots of swearing, experimentation, sadistic intent, offensive sexual threats.

Yah know, when yah're on a giant spaceship inhabited by huge alien robots that can crush yah between their fingers, it's probably not the best of ideas to piss them off. So naturally, that's what I did.

"Knock Out, can't you shut her up?" Breakdown complained, hands covering the areas where his ears would be... if he had any.

Knock Out smiled in amusement at his assistant's reaction. "It's either she sings or she talks us to death. I see this as the better of the two options. Besides, she's not that bad."

"I cut mah bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors,

I screamed his name till the neighbors called the cops,

I numbed the pain at the expense of mah liver,

Don' know what I did next, all I know's I couldn't stop."

Despite being held prisoner and having no sustenance other than low-grade Energon, I was enjoying my time on The Nemesis.

That is, until the head honcho himself showed up.

The sliding doors leading to the medical bay opened, my eyes widening at the mech before me.

He.

Was.

Huge.

I took a puff from my inhaler before swiftly putting it back into my pocket.

"Lord Megatron, what a pleasant surprise. To what event has you gracing our presence?" Knock Out's voice flowed as smooth as silk despite the behemoth of a Deceipticon in front of him.

A whimper almost escaped me when the dark violet optics roamed my figure. I stood my ground and commanded my body not to shake. 'That does it. Purple is no longer my favorite color.'

Megatron ignored him, a trait I quickly realized was common amongst Deceipticons. "So, you are the All Spark's Chosen. A bit scrawny, and clearly no battle knowledge."

"Excuse me?" Knock Out quickly shook his head no, optics widening in fear for my life. "I'll have yah know, I happen to be one of the best fighters Earth has evah seen! The only reason no one knows is because I have a strict self defense policy! Back off, yah giant tin can!"

Instead of crushing me, Megatron turned to Knock Out with a growl. "You allow the fleshling to insult your leader?" He advanced on the smaller mech.

Terror shot through me. Without thinking, I raised my right hand towards Megatron's back, palm to him. "Leave him alone!"

A burst of white light hit the metallic monster in the back. He paused for a moment before yet again facing me. His optics narrowed as he pressed a claw against my heart.

"I have always wondered," He murmured so only I could hear, "What makes a human with a Prime ancestor tick. Is it a pathetic human heart? Or a mighty Prime's Spark? Do not make me curious, Chosen. I will always satisfy my desire for the known, one way or another."

My brain raced a mile a minute, so my mouth took control. "I have a name, yah know. It's Electra Johnson."

Megatron pulled back and turned to Knock Out and Breakdown once again. "Start the tests, and try not to kill her in the process. It takes quite a while to find another Chosen." With that, the large mech took his leave.

Knock Out looked at me with... pity? Breakdown grinned like a sadist.

That alone set off my defense mechanism. Years of practiced grace allowed me to snap out my metallic fan, a Japanese tessen with various shades of green, in a single fluid motion. "I don' know what he's talkin' 'bout, but I don' plan to stick around and find out!"

Before I could run, however, a sharp pain to the back of my head made the world go dark. The last thing I saw was a pair of golden optics.

"Wakey wakey, you little brat!" I heard a gruff voice snarl.

'... Breakdown? What is goin' on?...'

It wasn't until that moment that the pain hit me.

Tsunamis of pain reached my brain in one collected movement. I screeched in agony, writhing as tears poured down my face from the Hellish experience. The right side of my body from my shoulder to my foot felt like it didn't belong. I looked over and instantly regretted it.

Half of my body was now metal.

"What the Hell didja do to me?!" I screamed, desprately trying to free myself of the clasps holding me down and only fueling the burning wracking my form.

Breakdown - yet again - ignored me, scribbling a few things down on a data pad before flipping a switch on a nearby control panel.

My voice stopped working as my mouth opened in a silent wail from the jarring bursts of pain. The room was getting smaller... No, I was getting larger. Eventually the pain vanished, leaving me silently panting while tears streamed down my face.

"Growth acceleration process: successful. Psychological reactions: insufficient." He grinned at me, once again placing the data pad on the table. "I guess we'll have to see what happens. After all, it is in the name of science."

My fight started anew as he approached me from the head of the table, making my view of him limited at best. The now enlarged bonds did not give an inch.

"Tell me, Electra: Have you ever felt the touch of a man? Tasted him? Writhed below him as he filled you to the brim?" A red servo slid along my mechanical arm, reaching as low as my abdomen before returning to my shoulder.

My eyes widened in fear as I went completely still. 'Oh, God, is he... gonna rape me?'

Suddenly Breakdown slapped me clear across the face. My cheek stung as I turned to face him.

"No one is coming to help you, Electra. You are nothing. That pretty little voice of yours is the only thing that's gotten you this far in life." The calm tone of his voice angered me as I met his optics. I collected what I could in my mouth and spat on his faceplates.

"Go to Hell, yah sick, twisted bastard!"

He wiped it off with a neutral expression. "I would recommend getting some rest, Electra. You have a big day tomorrow."

With that, Breakdown left me.

I whimpered at his words. They rang with truth: No one could save me.

I was alone.

Primus, I've never written anything like that. Dunno if I should feel proud or ashamed... Or scared. Honestly, I think it's a bit of all three.

The song was "Mama's Broken Heart". It's awesome, so go listen to it!

Anyway, review if you liked it, or if there's anything I can improve on.

PS to PewDiePie Bros: Stay awesome bros, and comment with a *brofist*!

Bye!