A/N :L *drools* I've been waiting for reviews...PLZ REVIEW

The base was quiet.
Smokescreen realized he'd gone too far into the story as he saw the pale faces staring at him.
He blushed a light shade of pink. "Sorry. I just…got carried away…told you too much…"
Arcee waved a hand dismissively, still shaken, however, by his story.
"I-It's okay. You answered my other question, too: how the Decepticon insignia got on you."
"Y-Yes, it's also nice to know how you really felt about the situation," Ratchet agreed shakily.
Bumblebee nodded. Bulkhead piped up.
"Sure you're not exaggerating?"
Bumblebee slapped him.
"Go on," Arcee said encouragingly, not sure if she wanted to know what came next or not.

(-Flashback- Smokescreen POV)

"There we are!" Knockout piped, pulling away at last from my shoulder. He extinguished the flame from the welder and changed the welder back into a hand. I was staring blankly at the ceiling. I responded with silence. Good as a reply as any. I'll leave him at that.
Knockout seemed to be pondering something. I didn't really care. Not anymore.
"We haven't done anything truly exciting, haven't we? I'd like to fix that. But I'll need something reeaallly sharp."
I lazily turned my head to look at him. What was he planning now…? He suddenly wandered out of his quarters, looking for something. I sighed and looked over the side of the berth. All I saw was a puddle of energon. My energon.
I don't know if I'll ever be saved. I might not ever get out. I might die here. More than likely by Knockout's hand. His saw hand, I guess. I'm just glad for this quick moment when I'm not screaming in pain.

A couple moments passed. It didn't take long for Knockout to get back. There was a vehicon flanking him, carrying what looked like a big, sharp stick;a larger version of what he stuck in my eye a couple minutes back. Whatever he's going to do, I'll just have to hope he'll do it quick. But I would be foolish to think it would hurt only a little. He said 'we' haven't been doing something really exciting. If he doesn't think that mindlessly scarring me, disabling one of my optics, and switching me to Decepticon isn't exciting, then his idea of 'fun' will NOT be of my appeal.
He took the weird stick, which was gray and metallic, from the vehicon. The vehicon looked kind of excited.
"Can I watch?" He chirped. Knockout stared at him for a couple moments. So did I.
Knockout sighed and replied,
"Yes. Of course..."
Wait, what? He was...this vehicon...to watch him tear me apart? Obviously this isn't the first time he's let him watch, I guess.
With that said he raised the stick and aimed the sharp end at my abdomen. I squirmed a bit under the shadow. I didn't like it already. The vehicon, however, seemed to be enjoying it even now. Knockout's follower, I supposed.
Knockout chose that moment to strike. I couldn't help but to cry out in pain as it sunk into my abdomen.
My vision blurred, and I gasped with pain. I grunted and grit my teeth. Pain, PAIN! MAKE IT STOP! I heard the strange, unnerving sound of metal crunching, ripping under the razor point of the weapon. This was unbearable. I felt I was melting and burning alive while being ground into sand, it hurt so much...Make it stop, please, anyone, anything, just make it stop...
Knockout pushed it even deeper into my stomach, and with a sickening, ripping sound, accompanied by my scream of pain, it was through. There was now a gaping hole straight through me a human could easily walk in and out of without having to duck or anything like that. Knockout didn't remove the spear-like weapon. I realized it went so far it was partly through the berth, too. I couldn't move. I was basically pinned.
I looked at my stomach to see the other end of the weapon sticking out of my abdomen. It definitely looked like it didn't belong. Energon was pumping out of the wound, running down my sides. A growing puddle appeared on the floor and touched Knockout's foot. Just because it wasn't twisting, shoving through layers of metal doesn't mean it hurt less. Aftertastes of pain made me almost cry out of sheer agony. The vehicon seemed to admire my reaction, my shout and expression.
"That was cool. His reaction is something admirable, you just want to watch," The vehicon remarked.
Knockout agreed, deactivating the restraints on my ankles and wrists.
It didn't matter. I would've stayed put anyway, with that stick. All I did was stare at that pole.
They started conversing about me.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone react like this when it comes to pain. Very cool. I could watch all day!" The vehicon piped.
"Yes, it's the very reason I chose him as my patient. Could there be any one more perfect than Smokescreen here? It makes me enjoy tearing him limb from limb." Knockout, of course. I didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. It didn't matter. I didn't care anymore.
Knockout reached out and grabbed my arm. I let him manipulate it. I was limp, weak with loss of energon and pain. I only stared at things like the ceiling or the stick poking out of my torso. "Yes, he's officially stricken with pain. He'll be still for a couple minutes. Go ahead and do what you wish with him while I buff myself," Knockout said, letting go of my arm and exiting the room. I slowly turned my head to meet the vehicon's gaze. He put a hand to his chest and made a quick bow.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am 123, Knockout's loyal follower. And you must be Smokescreen," He said politely. Well. Apparently he has good manners. I don't understand why he feels the need to use manners to an Autobot, considering he was a Decepticon himself. Wait…what kind of name is 123?! I
laid my head on the berth and groaned. The vehicon just reached forward and stroked my head crest.
I gave him a look.
He ignored it. I continued staring at him for a while, but then let it go.
At least he's not mindlessly ripping me limb from limb. But he shared Knockout's interests. Yet he wasn't as cruel.
Okay, I had to admit, what he was doing felt good. Suddenly he moved his hand to the back of my neck. I tensed a bit.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," He said softly. I think I would've just burst out laughing right then.
"Says the disciple of the good doctor," I muttered under my breath, but I did relax. If he means me no harm… He stayed true to his word and didn't hurt me…just continued massaging me.
I didn't understand. I was an Autobot. He was Decepticon. I would've at least hurt him a little, if our positions were switched. Just enough to make him cringe. But here he was, trying to relax me.
"It must hurt to be you. I know you're in pain. I know you're hurting. I feel for ya." He suddenly said gently.
Yeah. I was hurting big time. …Wait, WHAT?! Did he just say that?! "I understand what Knockout's thinking. But I also know what you're thinking too." I just stared at him with my mouth half open, blinking. "This must be news to you. I can tell you why Knockout's torturing you. That is, if you wanna know,"
"Uh…sure. Tell me." I replied cautiously.
"Expressions. It's all about what it looks like." I think I went a little pale at that.
"…Yeah. It's just that your reactions are appealing to the eye. Okay, pretend Knockout is the one on the berth, with restraints. Imagine you're standing here."
Now he's talking. I shifted a bit on the berth to look at him better.
"I'm listening,"
"And you were torturing him," He continued, smiling. "What are you trying to achieve?" I thought on that.
"To…strike fear into him…and…to satisfy lust…well, mostly to see him writhing in pain…"
"Exactly!" He cheered, clapping.
I think I was warming to 123. If this was how all Decepticons were when they weren't trying to incinerate us…I think I'm getting around to Optimus's point of view. Optimus Prime knew the Decepticons were like this inside, and saw potential for change. 123 was really open-minded. He also taught me the meaning of torture.

A/N First of all, I KNOW TRANSFORMERS DON'T BLUSH, SO LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT IT! DX Second of all, I couldn't decide whether to name this chapter "123" or "The Meaning of Torture". LOL. Yeah, peeps.