His friend's cry made Ratchet's blood turn cold. The smuggler had just right out stabbed him with no warning.
"Clank!" He screamed with renewed vigour, fought ferociously against his restraints.
The robot's eyes were wide and misty as he looked down as his torso. A huge gash dripped oil and sprouted ripped wiring. Clank twitched in malfunction as electric currents fizzed on the end of exposed wires.
"Cute little toy you have here. I wonder how he looks on the inside." The smuggler waved his blade close to Clank.
"Don't you touch him you bastard!" Ratchet screamed tears of rage filling his eyes.
"I won't, if you're willing to take his place." The smuggler smirked eyeing the lombax.
Ratchet had his fists in such tight balls he could feel blood trickling from where his fingernails dug in. He ground his jaw and took one more look at Clank.
"Fine." Anger still edged in his voice.
The smuggler smiled and approached his prey.
"RAtcheT," Clanks voice came out garbled and distorted, from the damage. "PLease NOOoo."
The lombax turned his head away from his friend not wanting to see the pain on his face.
"Let's say we put on a show for your little friend." The smuggler hissed.
The lofty man stood behind him, and Ratchet could hear the slow undoing of a zipper. A flicker of fear rushed through him until he looked at Clank again. The fear was selfish. If he gave up now Clank would be killed and then he'd really never forgive himself. The smuggler grabbed Ratchet's waist and hoisted his rear into the air. He pressed himself against young man's entrance. Time stood still for a minute and the lombax could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage. Only one thought went through his mind. "Let Clank live."
The smuggler shoved himself inside quickly and shamelessly. A choked cry came from Ratchet as he stood there, another man inside him. The smuggler pulled out slowly, but rammed into him with the same amount of vigour and a scream ripped through the hero's throat. The crook repeated this several times slowly out, quickly in, out, in, out, in. Each time Ratchet's scream would become more pain filled and less suppressed. The smuggler began to increase in pace, out, in, out, in, and the lombax felt his insides being shred apart. Tears rolled down the young man's face from his squeezed eye lids. If he had opened his them he would have seen the horrified face of his friend trying desperately not to look. To not watch the evil acts being done to his best friend, but the screams ripped him from any fantasy of greener pastures. If robots could cry, Clank would have been bawling.
My own heart hammers when I read this! Hope you like it.