Chapter 15
Five Decacycles Later:
The CR chamber drained out its contents before opening up. Starscream's newly repaired frame collapsed to the ground as wires disconnected and fluids poured from the seams in his body and created puddles on the ground.
Groaning, the Air Commander got to his knees before he was helped up by his trinemates.
"Ugh… Where are the femmes to greet me…? Let go, slaggers." He mumbled as he carefully regained his balance with the help of his wingmates.
"We missed you too, Scree." Skywarp smiled as he slung an arm over his shoulder and helped to support the tri colored Seeker.
"Take him to isolation room four." Hook instructed.
"Come on, Star. Gotta do some walking." Thundercracker said as he started to move.
"Wait, I feel weird. Joints are so stiff." Starscream grunted.
"That's because they are all new. Had to replace a lot on you." Hook explained.
"Oh joy…"
The three Seekers and Constructicon entered the isolation room. Hook shut the door while Starscream was helped to lie down on a medberth. Hook approached and ran his scanner over the Decepticon SIC.
"Hmm," He grunted as he viewed the results. "Not entirely repaired yet. I have a few more things to go over."
"How much longer until I am free from this prison?" Starscream groused.
"I should have you completely repaired in less than an orn." He subspaced his scanner. "Would you like me to begin now or do you want to spend some time with your trinemates?"
"Can they not stay?"
"I would like to have a word in private with you before you decide that."
Starscream raised an optical ridge. "Thundercracker, Skywarp, wait outside."
"Yes, sir." Thundercracker said gently as he gave Starscream a loving pat on the shoulder.
"See you in a bit, Screamer." Skywarp pecked a kiss on his trineleader's cheekplates before exiting the room with Thundercracker.
Once the door shut behind the Seekers did Starscream speak. "What is it, Hook?"
Hook vented a tired sigh. "There was a lot of internal damage done to you, Starscream. Some of that is not completely repaired."
"My trinemates have seen you repair my insides. What is so different this time?"
Hook made a sound as if to clear his throat. "As your doctor, I will always keep all your medical history private. Remember that. The reason I wish to discuss to you in private is the nature of your injuries and where the majority, ahem, are located."
Starscream's wings lowered, his faceplates instantly becoming uncomfortable. "How-how bad is it?" He asked softly.
Hook rubbed his temples. "Pretty bad, Starscream. If you want, I can put you in a medically induced stasis lock so you are not, err, embarrassed as I work on repairing you."
Starscream bit his lower lip plate. "How bad was I when you found me?"
Hook hesitated. "The worst injuries I've ever found on you. Starscream… you deactivated on me three times during the night."
"What?" He gasped with wide optics.
"My gestalt, Flatline, and I didn't get any recharge that night. Took us until morning to get you stabilized. You've been in a CR chamber for five decacycles."
"I deactivated three times?" He asked softly, almost horrified.
"Your spark faded before my optics every time. It was… frustrating that you refused to just stay alive, but being a stubborn glitch that you are certainly helped."
"Where is Dawnstar?"
"I'm not sure. Now, we need to get started on finishing your repairs. I'll work on you a few cycles every orbital cycle and the rest of the time you will be in a CR chamber. Hopefully, in less than an orn you will be fully functional once more. But, there was significant damage and I'm not sure how everything will turn out."
"What are we waiting for? Get started. The sooner you finish with this the sooner I can return to my daughter."
"So, would you like to be offline as I, ahem, work?" Hook asked a little uncomfortably.
Starscream swallowed. "Yes." He said softly.
"I'll inform your trinemates that you rather go through surgery alone."
Starscream nodded his helm slowly as Hook connected wires to his frame before putting him into stasis lock.
Ten Orbital Cycles Later:
Starscream sat on the medberth in the isolation room drinking the energon that Bonecrusher had delivered him. He had just had detailed scans taken of his frame, and Hook left to process through it all. A breem later and the medic returned.
The Seeker's wings hiked slightly when the Constructicon entered. He shut and locked the door behind him. The Air Commander set aside his now empty cube as Hook approached holding a datapad.
"Starscream?" Hook said softly. "I have the results."
"You're not insulting me. What's wrong?"
Hook studied him for a moment before venting a sigh. "I have a lot to tell you, Starscream. I think, well," He exhaled heavily. "I'm going to try my best to make this easy." He then sat on the medberth next to Starscream and offlined his datapad. "So, before I tell you the results, I think I should share something with you."
"Please, don't confess your undying love for me."
"Don't mock the one who brought you back to life three times in the same night."
"Yes, doctor."
"As I was saying: Starscream, when I first met you I hated you. I hated you a lot for a long time. You were, and still are, a complete slagger, an idiot when it comes to taking care of yourself, and always wasting my time. I only worked hard to keep you functioning because Megatron ordered it. He said that only he was allowed to deactivate you, and I made sure that would be the case. But, then you brought Moonstar onboard. The first thought that came to my processor was what a selfish, narcissistic, and apathetic moron you were to take some femme and make her your interface slave."
"I really was." Starscream said softly, not looking at the grounder.
"But, then you changed. When Dawnstar arrived I actually got to meet the Starscream that Skywarp and Thundercracker always brag about trining. And when Moonstar became my apprentice I learned even more about you." He paused. "She never did shut up about you. Always saying how kind and wonderful you were. I learned more about you than I ever thought I would. And when I saw you interact with her or Dawn… You were no longer that idiot who raped femmes and only cared about yourself. You sorta became a friend to me, and I've learned to respect you."
Starscream's wings raised some and he looked up at Hook. "Why are you getting all sentimental on me?"
"Because, the news I am about to give you will not be easy. I want you to know that I am here for you."
Starscream swallowed, his wings drooping once again. "What is it?" He asked in barely a whisper.
Hook vented a sigh as he onlined the datapad and brought it up to read.
After telling him and giving him his sympathies, the medic walked out. He shut the door as the Air Commander cried, coolant leaking heavily.
Thundercracker and Skywarp walked to the medbay after being commed by Hook. The Constructicon stopped them from entering the isolation room and quietly spoke.
"I just informed him of some bad news a joor ago. He's… he's very emotional right now."
"What's wrong?" Skywarp questioned.
"You will have to ask him that. He's my patient and I will not discuss private matters."
"What is it that you can't tell us? You've always told us what was wrong with him." Thundercracker said as he placed his servos on his hips.
"Those weren't so personal. If he doesn't want to discuss it, don't pressure him to tell." He paused. "He was very distraught when I gave him the news."
Thundercracker's wings lowered. "Alright, we won't bother him about it."
"Good. You may see him now."
Hook pivoted on a heel and walked away, allowing the Seekers to open the door and enter.
Starscream was still sitting on the medberth, his servos wringing in his lap, helm lowered, wings drooping, and optics offlined. He looked up with static filled optics when he heard his trinemates enter.
"Hey, sweetspark." Thundercracker said gently as he approached.
"What's up, Scree?" Skywarp tried to smile.
Starscream just look back down, wiping away coolant from his cheekplates. A trinemate sat on either side of him, their arms wrapping around his waist and holding him close. Skywarp kissed his cheekplates before leaning against him.
"What's wrong, Star?" Thundercracker asked softly. "Why are you crying."
"I'm fine." Starscream said almost in a whisper.
"No, you're not. Is it something you want to talk about? 'Warp and I are here for you. Whatever you need us to do we will gladly do."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Please, I don't want to discuss it."
Thundercracker was silent for a moment. "Alright. We won't ever bring it up again. Do you feel fine otherwise?"
"I'll function."
"Do you feel well enough to go back to the house? Dawn misses you." Skywarp said.
"Really?" He asked looking up at him.
"Yeah, she keeps asking when you will be released." Skywarp smiled faintly.
"I miss her, too."
"Let's get back to the house, then." Thundercracker said.
"Alright."
"Wanna warp?" Skywarp inquired.
"Yeah, why don't we do that."
Skywarp leaned forward and kissed Starscream's cheekplates as he activated his warp generator. The Elite Trine materialized in the entertainment room of their house, startling Dawnstar who was on the couch. The femme quickly sat up when she saw her sire.
"Daddy!" She leaped to her peds and ran to him.
"Oh, my beautiful, precious, perfect, little femmling." He smiled as he hugged her.
"Slagger. You need to stop leaving me!" She ordered as she held him tightly.
"I'm sorry, princess. I didn't want to." He kissed her on the brow before holding her a little tighter.
"You owe me energon goodies." She smiled.
"I suppose I do, my most precious daughter." He said softly.
He held her tightly, as if she would slip away if he let go. Coolant began to leak from his optics as they filled with static. He swallowed trying to keep from sobbing. Thundercracker and Skywarp's wings lowered. Starscream kissed his daughter's helm again, never wanting to let go.
"I love you, Dawnstar. I love you more than anything." He said in almost a whisper.
"I know, daddy."
He swallowed, not hearing her say that she loved him back once again. He stroked her back, trying to control his emotions.
"How about we watch a movie?" Skywarp suggested, seeing how sparkbroken Starscream was.
"Yeah, I second that." Thundercracker said quickly.
Starscream slowly nodded his helm before releasing his daughter. She took a step back and lowered her wings.
"What's wrong, dad? Why are you crying?" She inquired.
"Nothing, princess. I'm fine." He said as he quickly wiped away the coolant tears and reset his optics. "Why don't we just spend some time together with your uncles?"
"Okay." She nodded her helm slowly.
The Seekers were soon sitting on the couch watching a film, the entire time Starscream held his daughter close, as if he would lose her at any moment. Thundercracker and Skywarp exchanged worried glances, wishing they knew what was going on with their beloved trineleader.
Starscream walked down the hallways of the control building with a trinemate on either side of him. His wings were not held high and he didn't make optic contact with anyone that he passed. His trinemates hiked their wings up and protectively guarded him.
Everyone was looking at him differently. They didn't look at him as their commander, or the bullying Seeker, but more like he was weak, pathetic, and wasn't worth their time. Starscream knew what they were thinking. They thought he was a filthy whore. That he had achieved his rank simply by allowing Megatron to frag him. That he wasn't worth anything.
The Air Commander palmed open the door to the Control Room and entered. He walked over to Soundwave before speaking.
"Soundwave."
The mentioned mech looked up at him.
"The security footage of the Constructicons taking me to medbay five decacycles ago; erase it. Erase anything where I am… with Megatron." He said the last part a little softer.
Soundwave eyed him for a moment before slowly inclining his helm in silent acknowledgement. Starscream offlined his optics for a moment before turning to walk away. He instantly stopped, his wings drooping, servos wringing, and frame tensing. His trinemates curiously watched him before pivoting around to see what he saw.
Megatron had just entered the room and stood there, smirking at the tri colored Seeker. Thundercracker's optics narrowed and he positioned himself partly in front of his trineleader.
"I see everything has been repaired, Starscream." Megatron said casually, almost conversationally. "For someone who apparently died on Hook three times you seem to be doing well."
Thundercracker bit his glossa to keep from saying something that would get him in huge trouble with the tyrant. Starscream began to tremble as the memories of that night flooded back into his processor. He swallowed. taking a step back.
"I look forward to seeing you tonight, Starscream." He flashed predatory optics at the Seeker before walking to another console.
Once the ex-gladiator was no longer watching him, Starscream quickly walked out of the room, his trinemates right behind him. He was shaking, his wings rattling against his back plates. Thundercracker placed a comforting servo on Starscream's shoulder.
"Star, what did he do to you?" Thundercracker asked softly. "Why are you acting like this?"
"N-nothing, TC. I'm fine." Starscream said so quietly.
"Like slag you are. Starscream, let us help you. Please, what did he do to you? What did he do that can't be repaired? Star, please. Are you dying?"
"I'm not dying. I'll continue to function."
"Then, what is it?"
"I'm not talking about it, Thundercracker. Please, just… just drop it. I can handle this."
"You can't. You really, truly, honestly, slagging can't."
"Stay out of it. That's an order."
"Star…"
"I'm not discussing it with you. That is not your concern." Starscream snapped.
"But-"
"Enough! I am not talking about it! Just… Please, leave me alone."
"TC, leave Star alone." Skywarp said softly.
Thundercracker just glared at his black trinemate for a moment before reverting his optics back to Starscream. "If he does anything like that again… I don't think I can control myself any longer." He whispered in Starscream's audio receptor.
"He won't."
"You honestly believe that?"
Starscream swallowed. "I don't know what I believe anymore." He said quietly.
"I'm going to get us out of here, and soon."
"Thundercracker, if anything does happen to me… Watch over her, and all of the Seekers." Starscream looked up at him. "Upon my deactivation, you are the new leader of the Seekers, and you and 'Warp will be Dawn's guardians. I trust no one else."
"Don't you dare talk like that. You're not going to die. He'll die before you do. I'll make sure of it." Thundercracker said dangerously.
"I wish I could believe that."
"Ah!" Starscream hissed when the whip lashed across his chest plates sending searing pain through his systems.
He was spread out on the berth, his limbs secured by chains so that he lied spread-eagle style. His optics were offline, servos clenched, and frame jerking whenever the whip struck him. He whimpered between yelps and hisses, just wishing to be anywhere but here enduring this so called "pleasure." Why anyone thought pain was pleasurable Starscream would never understand. Pain just meant bad slag to him. That he had failed. That he was worthless. This his primary function in life was to suffer.
Megatron gave another flick of his wrist causing the long, single-tailed whip to lash across the Seeker's abdominal plating. Starscream gasped, his frame twitching from the pain. The lashes continued to rain down over his chest piece, abdominal plates, hips, and thighs.
Starscream didn't how long it was before Megatron finally powered down the energon whip and set it aside. The Air Commander's inner fans were working hard, his frame dangerously overheated. He panted, trying to cool off and calm his systems.
Megatron climbed onto the berth and sat between Starscream's legs. He reach forward and touch the Seeker's codpiece, causing the flyer to tremble. Megatron smirked, enjoying his Second's suffering. He began to rub with one servo while the other touched Starscream's waist.
Starscream's codpiece slid aside, and the Seeker swallowed. Megatron kept touching him there around the valve, it soon leaking fluids. Starscream writhed at the touches, whimpering softly. Then, Megatron forced a digit inside causing the Seeker to jump and pull at the chains so hard that they dug into his plates.
"Please…" Starscream begged, his optics filling with static.
"Would you prefer the metal rod?" Megatron asked casually as he smiled evilly.
Starscream's frame tensed and he began to quake. "No, please, no." He whimpered.
"Then, shut up." Megatron snapped.
Starscream swallowed. He clenched his jaws as the probing digit moved deeper, soon accompanied by a second. Starscream gasped, panting between whimpers.
Megatron finally removed them before positioning himself to enter the Seeker. Starscream yelped when he was penetrated and the thrusting commence. Megatron leaned over him, suddenly forcing his two fluid covered digits into Starscream's mouth.
"Lick it off." Megatron ordered.
Starscream offlined his optics as coolant pooled in them. He did as instructed, removing his own fluids from the tyrant's digits, tasting himself. Megatron forced him to swallow it all before removing his fingers from the Air Commander's mouth. He grasped Starscream's neck and held him down as he continued thrusting.
Their chest plates folded away and their sparks bonded as they overloaded. Starscream just softly moaned as Megatron pulled out of him. The tyrant removed the chains from the Seeker's wrists and ankles before yanking him off the berth. He turned Starscream around and pressed the Seeker's back against his front. Starscream offered no resistance as he was roughly handled.
An ebony servo grasped his neck just under the mandible, forcing his helm up, as the other servo lowered to grab the inside of a thigh, keeping his legs apart. Starscream clenched his jaws when he was entered and the brutal pounding began.
Megatron seemed to be giving it his all, thrusting hard into the Seeker. It had been over five decacycles since he had interfaced with Starscream, and he needed to get some release.
"Ow! Please, you're hurting me!" Starscream whimpered
"Do you think I care?" Megatron growled.
Starscream's optics offlined. "No. You don't care." He said slowly, quietly. "You never did."
Starscream just gave in, not resisting or doing anything. He just felt the cruel servos grasping his neck and thigh. Felt him inside of him, moving in him. Felt his larger frame beating against his back end from the fierce humping. Felt the heated exhales caressing on his nape.
Coolant leaked from his optics as they filled with static. He swallowed, the digits tightening around his neck. He had worked so hard to become the Decepticon SIC, and this was his reward for all his hard work… The legend of the "Mighty Starscream," reduced to Megatron's whiny frag toy. Poetic justice, karma, or did some greater power out there just felt like fragging with him? Almost literary.
He had lost everything. His carrier, his sire, his best friend, his Conjunx Endura, his son, that one sparkling he had carried, his dignity, his pride, his strength, his freedom, his hopes for a brighter future, and now that news that Hook had told him… All he had left was his trinemates, his daughter, and his still pulsing, broken spark. And he could only keep his daughter if he submitted like a beaten turbofox and allowed Megatron to do as he pleased.
He had lost his voice, his will to fight, his spirit… He was no one important anymore. Nothing but something to be used and discarded when broken. He was a failure. A failure to his people, to his trinemates, to his family. They deserved someone better than him. A leader who wasn't a filthy slut that used his frame to get his way. A sire who couldn't raise his creation properly. A mate who couldn't keep his Conjunx Endura safe. A trineleader who fought with his trine.
No, there was nothing he could do right but spread his legs apart and let Megatron have at him. He deserved this. All of this. Why bother fighting it?
Dawnstar lied on her berth playing a game on a datapad when the there was a knock on her door.
"Enter only if you're not Thundercracker!" She called, never ceasing in her playing.
Starscream entered and shut the door behind him. He approached his daughter and sat on the berth.
"Hey, princess." He smiled faintly at her.
"Yo, dad. What be happening?" She said still playing her game.
He lovingly petted her shin guard for a moment before speaking. "Just thought I would come and check on you." He swallowed. "I love you, Dawnstar." She didn't respond. "Please, put the game away." He said as he gently pushed it down so she would look at him.
She paused it before subspacing the datapad. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to see how you're doing, is all. Anything happening?"
She shrugged. "Usual slag. Not much changes around here."
"I suppose so." He took one of her servos and just held it. "Would you like to do anything together?"
"Not much to do."
"Alright." He said softly.
He leaned forward and kissed her brow. He gently stroked her cheekplates, studying her faceplates.
"I love you so much, Dawnstar. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, dad."
"And you know that no matter what happens I always will love you and do whatever I must to protect you, right?"
"Dad, is something wrong?"
He forced a small smile. "No, princess. Nothing that you need to be concerned about." He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "I know things have just been slag lately, but everything will get better. And when they do, I'll build you that castle." He smiled.
"As long as you don't paint it pink." She grinned.
"Half of it." He said before kissing her brow.
"Noooo." She giggled.
"I love you, princess." He said softly.
She swallowed, but didn't say anything. Starscream just watched her for a moment before slowly nodding his helm as he turned away. He stood up, looking away so she couldn't see his optics fill with static.
"I'll let you be." He said softly before walking out.
"Dad, don't-" She stopped when the door shut behind the Air Commander.
Her wings lowered before she vented a sigh. She knew he just wanted to hear her say that she loved him back, but how could she when she still didn't trust him? He had lied to her all her life… He had almost killed her before she was even born. He had done horrible things to her carrier and others. She just couldn't forgive him so easily.
Starscream sat on the berth in Megatron's room watching the tyrant mess with something he wasn't quite sure of. His wings were drooping as low as they could go, his servos idly playing with the powered off energon whip that was used for "pleasure" only.
His wings raised ever so slightly when the warlord turned around and sat on a chair facing the berth. Starscream flicked his wings in curiosity at the odd behavior.
"Lie on the berth, Starscream." Megatron commanded.
"My lord?"
"Just do as you're told." Megatron snapped.
Starscream tossed the whip aside and did as ordered. He lied on his side so he could still see Megatron, anxiously waiting for what would happen next.
"Touch yourself."
"W-what?"
"I said, 'touch yourself.' Valve only."
Starscream's optics widened. "M-my lord, you can't be-"
"I am. Now, begin or else." He said dangerously.
"Why?" Starscream said almost pleadingly.
"Because, I want you to. Stop asking questions and do as you are told." Megatron growled as he held up the device.
"Is-is that a camera?"
"If I have to repeat myself…"
Starscream swallowed. Hesitantly, he removed his codpiece, keeping his spike in its casing, as his servo lowered. He started to tremble before touching himself around his valve. He slowly began to rub, soon feeling himself heating up down there. He clenched his jaws as he rubbed a little faster until fluids leaked out. He continued rubbing, circling his digit around his valve, and even pressing a digit inside a little bit.
The Seeker pulled his legs up as he kept going, panting now as his systems started to heat up. He got onto his servos and knees, the one servo never removing from his valve. He lowered his helm until it was almost touching the berth, cycling air heavily. He could feel fluid flowing down his thighs, covering his digits.
Finally, his overload came and he growled with gritted denta as the excess energy surged through his systems. He looked up at Megatron, watching him as he began to lick his fluid covered digits clean.
Megatron gave the Seeker a satisfied smirk. Starscream's optics narrowed, his wings twitching with agitation. Megatron set the camera down so that it still faced the berth, then stood up and approached.
Starscream closely watched the tyrant near, never moving from his position. Megatron climbed onto the berth and grasped the red waist of the flyer as he positioned himself behind. Starscream moaned as he was entered and the thrusting began. He gasped between pants, his servos tearing at the berthtop as he was taken. He looked up at that camera, not enjoying this new thing at all.
"Open wide, Starscream." Hook ordered as the Air Commander sat on a medberth.
The Seeker did as ordered and opened his mouth, allowing the medic to shine a light in and see.
"Hmm, everything appears to be fine. Been keeping good oral hygiene. Much better than what you used to be." Hook commented.
Starscream's wings lowered. Hook ran a scanner over him and checked the results.
"Everything seems to be working fine, Starscream. Well, everything except… you know." Hook paused. "Why did you want a checkup?"
Starscream looked down at his servos in his lap, answering after a bit. "I just feel… off."
"You're not sparked."
"Obviously."
"How do you feel 'off?'"
"I just feel… not well."
Hook eyed him for a moment before gesturing him to follow. "Come on, I think we need a word in private."
Starscream slid off the berth and followed the Constructicon to an isolation room. The flyer sat on the medberth as the grounder shut and locked the door. Hook then approached and sat on the medberth next to the Seeker.
"Alright, everything you will say in this room will be kept completely confidential. I will not archive it, I will not tell anyone else, not even your trinemates. Just me and you. Not as medic and patient, nor commander and subordinate. Simply as friends."
"Friends?" Starscream repeated softly.
"Yes, those things that 'normal' people have. Now, Starscream, what has been going on?"
"Not much."
"Starscream, keeping everything to yourself is detrimental to your health. I know things are bad. Really, super, astronomically, slagging bad, right now. But, you have to talk with someone. I know you don't like telling your trinemates things because you don't want to worry them, but I already brought you back from the dead three times. More if you count all the thousands of times you almost died on me. You don't have to worry about me freaking out. I already have." He paused to study the Seeker who was looking down. "I'm not your enemy, Starscream. If I was I wouldn't have bothered to bring you back three times and miss out on recharging. What's going on?"
Starscream swallowed, his servos wringing as he hesitated. "Megatron attacked me because I purged my fuel tank on him. That's why he-he… He made me give him oral. I got sick and purged on him. I purged on him twice." He said quietly.
Hook bit his lower lip plate. "Did he do anything else?" He asked gently.
"When I had purged on him… He poured soap into my mouth and forced me to swallow. He did that twice."
"That explains all the foreign matter I found in your fuel tank. What else?"
"He likes bondage. To tie me to the berth, to a chair, and-and whip me, touch me, and take me. He ties my servos, my ankles, he gags me, he'll blindfold me… I hate it." Starscream reset his vocalizer when it started to become brittle, his optics filling with static. "The other night he made me… he made me touch myself. Self service as he filmed it."
Hook's visor brightened. "He did what?"
"After I overloaded he took me and kept filming. He then filmed again last night, only this time of him whipping me, tying me, gagging me, and using me. I don't know why he's filming." Starscream swallowed. "Last night he also… He also had me give him oral again… while filming. I felt so sick, but managed not to purge my tank until after he released me." He exhaled heavily. "I hate it. All of it. It hurts. A lot. But I can't stop. If I refuse to do as he says he'll kill Dawnstar. He'll send the DJD on her and maybe me as well. I can't lose her. She's my world… My last connection to Moonstar. I'll suffer for her, but I don't know how much more I can take." He wiped away coolant that started to leak from his optics. "She still hasn't told me that she loves me. I don't think she ever will. I just want to take care of her. To protect her and give her the best life I can. But she doesn't trust me. She doesn't-" He swallowed. "I was never meant to be a sire. I obviously can't keep my own creation from-from ruining her life and-and punching me. I don't know what I should have done different. Should I have told her that she was an accident from the beginning and that Moonstar was my former interface slave, or did I do the right thing and keep it secret for so long? Was I supposed to have been stricter? Discipline her more? Discipline less? Maybe I just should have let my trinemates raise her. Maybe then she would be happy again if I had not been in her life so much."
"Alright, stop right there. Firstly, you almost never disciplined her and she was perfect. Everything went downhill when Moonstar deactivated. Something you had no control over. Secondly, she needs her real sire to be in her life, not anyone else. You did right in being there for her, and you truly care for her. Everyone wishes they had a sire devoted and loving like you are towards Dawn. And I think you exaggerate some on her thoughts towards you. She's mad at you for lying at her for so long. Who wouldn't be? But, when you were out in the CR chamber after, you know what, that femmling came barging in to see you. She rushed past Scrapper trying to find you and when she did-" He paused. "She cried when she saw you hurt. If she didn't care for you she wouldn't have reacted like that. Starscream, she was screaming. I heard her from my quarters. And after that, she kept coming back to check on you. Every orbital cycle at the same time."
Starscream's wings raised slightly as he finally looked up at the medic. "Really?"
"Really. I don't think she ever really hated you either. I think she was just so angry and upset about the loss of Moonstar she felt like mistreating you, eventually blaming you for it. I'm a medic. I know these things.
Starscream looked back down, wringing his servos gently. Hook watched him for a few astroseconds before speaking.
"I think that's enough for this orbital cycle. I want you to drink four cubes of energon and get some recharge. Doctor's orders."
"Yes, sir." Starscream said softly, still not looking at him.
Hook placed a servo on Starscream's shoulder. "When the time comes, know that I will stand by your side." He said quietly.
Starscream looked at him then, nodding his helm slowly. Hook patted the flyer's shoulder before sliding off the berth and unlocking the door. He gestured for Starscream to follow him out as he palmed the door open. Starscream vented a sigh, knowing what he had to go do now.
"Ever thought about changing your color scheme? You are so dreary in this… insipid gray." Starscream commented as he sat on Megatron's lap, idly tracing transformation seams on the tyrant's chest.
"I think I look fine." Megatron grunted as he read a datapad, not really paying attention to the Seeker.
Starscream lolled his helm back and looked around the empty Control Room. Megatron was seated on his throne, the Air Commander's peds hanging over an arm as he curled into the larger frame. He watched Megatron for a moment before taking the datapad away.
"What are you reading?" Starscream inquired as he perused the contents.
"Reports." Megatron grunted, not bothered by the Seeker's actions.
"Boring! We should create drones to perform such monotonous tasks. Who is this guy anyway? Never heard of him before. And he has terrible grammar."
"Perhaps that's why he doesn't write too many reports."
"We should decree that only those who use proper grammar can write reports."
"That would be a lot less reports to go through."
Starscream smirked. "See, this is why you need me."
"You have your uses." Megatron grunted as he took the datapad back and subspaced it.
"I'm also brilliant and fabulous." Starscream nodded his helm.
"Again with this?"
"You know you like it." Starscream said erotically as he placed a digit under Megatron's chin.
Megatron lustfully grinned. "I suppose I do. How about we return to my quarters and finish this there."
Starscream's smile vanished. All that waited for him in Megatron's quarters were chains, whips, gags, video cameras, and pain. Lots and lots of pain. He swallowed before forcing a sexy smirk.
"Why not just do it here? No one is around and will not be bothering us for quite some time." He suggested, trying to hide his desperation to not go back to that… torture chamber.
"I enjoy having our sessions in my berthroom." Megatron grunted.
"But that gets boring after a while. Need to keep it interesting."
"I grew tired of simply interfacing. I prefer to have some fun."
Starscream bit his lower lip plate. "We could have fun here."
"Doing what?" Megatron grunted.
Starscream tapped the tips of his index fingers together as he thoughtfully chewed his lower lip plate. Then, he smiled.
"You could turn me over your knee."
"What?"
"Oh, come on. Who doesn't want to beat a Seeker's aft? We have the nice throne for doing it."
"That's what you do to sparklings."
"Nah-uh-uh!" Starscream said quickly as he pressed a digit against Megatron's lip plates to silence him. "That's what you do to brats and sexy afts. You keep saying that I'm a brat, and I happen to have a very sexy aft. So, why not punish your brat properly?" He emphasized the last word by tapping the tip of Megatron's olfactory sensor.
Megatron's optics narrowed as he glared at his Second. The Seeker just kept smirking that sexy smirk of his.
"Fine, we'll give it a try." Megatron capitulated with a grunt.
"Would you like your brat to cry loudly or softly moan?" Starscream sexually inquired.
"Whatever is in the middle." Megatron grinned.
Starscream sat up then twisted himself around so that he could lay across his superior's lap. He tensed when a strong servo roughly grasped a wing and held him down. He swallowed, not looking forward to this, but it was better than being lashed with an energon whip or bound and gagged to a berth.
He gripped Megatron's leg and yelped when his aft was painfully smacked. Not even his trinemates with that stupid paddle hit that hard. The blows kept coming, and he kept crying out, digging his digits into Megatron's leg. It hurt a lot, but it was better than the other options.
"Told you we made a wrong turn." Frenzy groused as he crawled through the ventilation-like shafts for wires and cables to run through, their small size making it possible for them to fit.
"We did not. This is a shortcut." Rumble replied.
"There is no way this is a shortcut to Turmoil's office."
"Ye of so little faith."
"Ye of no sense of direction."
"Wait, you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Listen."
Frenzy stopped and did so, soon hearing what his twin was hearing.
"It's this way." Rumble said before quickly crawling towards the sound.
They soon arrived to a maintenance hatch and opened it. The two were high off the ground in the wall of the Control Room. Their visors brightened and jaws gaped at what they saw.
"Is Megatron…?"
"He is, Frenz." Rumble replied.
"You have the camera?"
"Pshh, do I ever not?"
Rumble unsubspaced a camera and began to videotape the scene below.
Several Orbital Cycles Later:
Starscream tiredly walked to his office, wanting to try to do some work and not leave it all to Soundwave and Thundercracker. It had been so long since he had actually done anything for his position as Decepticon SIC, and it made him feel more like a failure. He should be working, not moping, but it was so hard with everything that was going on…
He reached his destination and froze. His wings hiked, optics widening. Before him, the door to his office and the surrounding wall were littered in crude, detailed drawings of him and Megatron. Images of him bent over with Megatron mounting him, some of him slung over Megatron's lap having his aft beaten, others of him being whipped by Megatron, kissing Megatron, giving Megatron oral, and other sexual acts. One drawing was of Starscream on Megatron's lap with dialogue of Starscream saying, "If you make me Second in Command I'll interface with you." All around the drawings were cruel words and phrases like "whore," "slut," "skank daughter and sire," "Starscream used his frame to become SIC," "I want a turn with that aft," "hit him harder, Megatron!," "Seekers are for interfacing, not leading," "whores breed with whores and make whores," "called 'Starscream' because he's LOUD in berth!," "Starscream eats spikes," "I don't take orders from whores," and "while Megatron is banging Starscream, I'm banging his daughter."
Starscream swallowed as he read these and other horrible things. The different drawing styles and handwriting making it clear there were several culprits behind this disrespectful act. His wings drooped, optics filling with static. This was what the others thought about him. Those he was supposed to command and help lead into a brighter future. He knew he was despised and hated by all, but he didn't think they saw him like that… Well, maybe a few but never actually so much so that they would desecrate his office door.
His wings raised and his optics narrowed. No, this was unacceptable behavior and he had to reestablish his role as their superior.
He pivoted on a thruster heel and stomped away.
The mess hall was crowded as Decepticons retrieved their morning energon rations and palavered around tables or leaned against the wall. There were datapads being passed around, everyone watching what was being displayed and talking about it.
Starscream entered, his wings hiked and optics narrowed. He looked around the room he had only been in a servo full of times before he heard a familiar sound. He turned to the nearest table where a group of mechs were all watching something on a datapad, laughing and saying vulgar things. The Air Commander approached and looked over the shoulder of the mech holding the datapad. His optics widened.
The datapad was of the video that Rumble and Frenzy had secretly recorded, it clearly showing the Seeker having his aft beaten by Megatron before showing them interfacing, kissing, and overloading eleven times.
In one swift movement the Decepticon SIC snatched the datapad out of the mech's servos and slammed it across the unsuspecting grounder's face so hard that the datapad snapped in half. The grounder fell over with a cry of pain as the Air Commander threw the half of datapad he still held at another mech, striking him in the optic.
The mess hall instantly became silent, all optics reverting to the pissed off Seeker. Datapads were quickly subspaced, some mechs looking down so not to make optic contact. Starscream stalked away from his victims and approached the center of the room. As he walked, he activated his thrusters and hovered a few feet off the ground so he could see everyone.
"So tell me," He began, his vocalizer ominous and a murderous glare piercing everyone present. "Who's brilliant idea was it to graffiti vulgar, disrespectful slag all over my office door?!" He paused. waiting for an answer as he scanned the room. Nothing. "This crime was obviously committed by more than one person, so, one of you must know something. Turn yourself in now and save me the trouble of sending my Seekers to find you, and I might consider reducing your sentence in the brig. Turn yourself in and rat out the others and whoever filmed that video and I will skip out on your time in the torture chamber and send you straight to the brig." He paused again. "Anyone? Anyone? Going once… Going twice… Going-" He stopped when a large grounder stood.
"I drew and wrote all over your office door, Starscream. And for the record, you don't scare me." He smiled as he crossed his arms.
Starscream's wings twitched in fury. He deactivated his thrusters and fell to the ground, landing with a loud thud. He approached the much taller mech, his servos balled in fists and optics glaring all sorts of lethal weapons at his subordinate. The grounder just smirked, looking so smug and not in the least bit afraid of the Seeker's unholy wrath.
"State your designation and purpose." Starscream said in that commanding tone of his.
"Purpose: Harassing fake officers. We all have seen the videos, Starscream. You didn't do anything to earn your rank. You just fragged Megatron until he said 'yes.'"
Starscream's wings twitched as some other mechs cheered on what the grounder had said. The disrespectful mech's smile only broadened.
"By the way, Screecher. While you're fragging Megatron, I'm going to be fragging your hot daughter's sweet aft. Hard. Until she screams."
That was it. No one was sure what exactly happened next, not even Starscream. Perhaps it was simply the Air Commander was just pissed off, or maybe some type of creator program kicked in. Whatever the reason, the next thing every knew was the grounder was pinned to the ground with an enraged Seeker tearing him apart. Literary. It took multiple mechs to pry the furious flyer off of his victim, but by the time they managed that without getting themselves hurt, it was already too late.
Starscream was covered in energon, his servos still holding vital wires, while the large grounder's deactivated frame lied in a puddle of energon, the spark casing clearly visible. The wires connecting the spark to the brain module had been torn out, thus ending him before he could be saved.
Starscream jerked his arms free from the mechs that held him before tossing the wires he still clung to aside.
"That is why I am Second!" He shouted furiously at the corpse before pivoting on a thruster and stomping out.
Everyone silently watched him go, shocked by the savage display from the usually composed Seeker.
Starscream sat in his office wiping away the last of the energon that smeared his frame. He was suddenly dangerously low on fuel after attacking the grounder and had to return to his office for the energon cubes he had stashed away. He wasn't upset about what he had done. No, that slagheap had it coming, especially when he said those things about his daughter. No one was to touch his daughter. No one.
He looked up when the door hissed open, his wings hiking. "I suppose you're here to give me a beating." He said calmly as he resumed cleaning himself.
"Actually, I came to see if it was true. I don't believe you ever attacked someone with such… vigor before. At least, not another Decepticon." Megatron replied as he approached.
"He was disrespectful, and he threatened my daughter. He was lucky that I lost my self control, otherwise he would be living out the rest of his life in the torture chamber."
"I'm pleased to see that you haven't become a complete waste of parts. You still show some Decepticon in you."
Starscream tossed the cloth aside and looked up at his superior. "I'm never a waste to you. Admit it, I'm always doing you good. Whether its making stratagems, leading an army, or giving you pleasure. I deserve better than what you offer me, or how you treat me."
"Careful, Starscream. It's not too early to put you back in your place for your disrespect."
Starscream eyed him for a moment before speaking. "Yes, sir."
Megatron smirked. "Come here, Starscream."
Starscream swallowed, knowing what Megatron meant. He stood and circled around his desk until he was beside the tyrant. The large, ebony servos touched his waist and he placed his on Megatron's shoulders.
"Does my lord still want his Seeker to be 'obedient?'" Starscream almost whispered the words seductively, his faceplates in Megatron's their lip plates almost touching. "Or, should I be-" He grasped Megatron's mandible firmly. "'Disobedient?'"
Megatron's lustful smile grew. "How about a little bit of both?"
Starscream forced a sexy smirk before capturing lip plates in a hungry kiss. His glossa was soon inside the ex-gladiator's mouth, twisting and playing with the other's glossa. His one arm wrapped around Megatron's neck while the other held the back of his helm. Megatron's arm wrapped around Starscream's waist while the other dipped low to cup the Seeker's codpiece.
Starscream's codpiece slid aside, his valve already preparing for penetration. Their kissing became more passionate, Megatron's grip tightening. Megatron moved his one servo from Starscream's codpiece to grasp the red aft.
The door suddenly hissed open and two unwelcomed guests rushed in.
"Hey, Screamer, we heard about-" Skywarp stopped, his optics widening and wings lowering. Thundercracker's optics narrowed and servos balled into fists, his wings raising.
The two commanders broke the kiss, Starscream optics widening, looking almost like a deer in the headlights. He jerked his servos away and tried to push Megatron back, but the tyrant never loosened his grip.
"Sky, TC, p-please leave." Starscream said quickly, his vocalizer stuttering from how humiliated he was of being caught in the act by his trinemates for a second time.
"O-okay." Skywarp said softly, static beginning to fill his optics as he turned to depart.
"Stay put." Megatron snapped.
"What?" Starscream turned horrified optics to his superior.
"Thundercracker, Skywarp, stay there and watch. Do not look away." Megatron ordered, his grip tightening around Starscream.
"But…" Skywarp said softly.
"Megatron, you don't really want them watching, right?" Starscream asked anxiously.
"I do. Now, shut up." He growled as he roughly spun Starscream around and pressed the Seeker's back against his front.
"I don't want to watch." Skywarp said quietly, his vocalizer becoming brittle.
"Megatron, this is-" Thundercracker started.
"Silence! I gave you two an order, or would you rather I discipline you?"
"No!" Starscream exclaimed. "Don't touch them. They-they're my responsibility. I will deal with their disobedience. Just, please, let them go-Ahh!" He cried when Megatron sadistically bent a wingtip.
"I thought I said no talking." He said harshly as he prepared to enter his Second.
"Skywarp, hey, I'm fine. Don't cry." Starscream said gently as he forced a smile for his trinemate who had coolant leaking from his static filled optics. "Just, don't look down. Keep your optics on mine, alright?"
Skywarp nodded his helm slowly, his servos wringing as he tried to do what his trineleader said. Thundercracker looked like he was doing his best not to murder Megatron. His wings raised threateningly, servos balled so tightly that his digits were denting his palms, optics narrowed and glowing brightly, and jaws clenched.
Starscream gasped as he was entered, forcing a faint smile for Skywarp. Megatron grasped Starscream's neck tightly, forcing the Seeker's helm up. The other servo wrapped firmly around Starscream's waist, keeping him in place as he was painfully thrust into.
Starscream clenched his jaws, trying to keep from yelping and making Skywarp more upset. He began to pant as he systems started to overheat, pained gasps soon escaping between each one. His chest plates folded away with Megatron's when their overload came, their sparks savagely bonding causing Starscream to cry out.
Skywarp grabbed Thundercracker's servo and squeezed, trembling as he tried to make himself watch. Energon lazily dripped from Thundercracker's crushed palms.
Starscream panted heavily, trying to cool off before forcing a smile for Skywarp. "See? I'm fine. No need to cry. Ah." He gasped when Megatron started up again. "I'm fine. Hah, just fine."
Megatron's servo around his neck released and grasped his mandible, the thumb entering the Seeker's mouth and painfully pushing his glossa down. Starscream whimpered as his mouth was kept open and tightly squeezed.
"I said to shut up." Megatron growled in Starscream's audio receptor.
Starscream obeyed, only panting and gasping as he was thrust into. He looked at his trinemates, quickly resetting his optics as they started to fill with static.
He had to be strong for them. They would get out of this. They had to.
Starscream hugged a bawling Skywarp as the black Seeker cried into Starscream's chest piece. The Air Commander lovingly stroked his back, quiet as he just listened.
The Elite Trine were in Starscream's berthroom, finally released from Megatron's torture. Thundercracker was so furious he was pacing, not having said a single word during or since the cruel act. Skywarp couldn't stop crying, and had clung to Starscream the moment Megatron had shoved the Air Commander away after finishing with him.
"Sky, I'm fine. See? Still with all my components and standing." Starscream said gently, trying to placate him. "I'm alright, sweetspark."
"No, you are not fine." Skywarp said as he pulled his helm away to look at his trineleader. "You just say that so I will stop crying. He hurts you and makes you suffer. I know you are not alright. You don't take energon like you should, you lock yourself in your room, you never smile, you're too weak to fly, and you cry all the time. And-and you have been getting into fights with TC, and you are ill from something that Megatron did to you, and-and he rapes you, Star! He rapes and hurts my trineleader! My best friend!"
Skywarp burrowed his faceplates into Starscream's chest piece again before breaking into another round of loud sobs. Starscream vented a tired sigh and held him closer.
"We have to get out of here." Thundercracker growled as he continued pacing. "This is… No, I am not dealing with this slag any longer."
"I concur, only problem is, where the hell do we go? How do we escape without those loyal to his Royal Slaghelmed-ness finding us and stopping us? 'Warp can't teleport us all out, and any Seekers left behind will undoubtedly be subjected to torture and imprisonment. And if we do get out we can't just wander about. The DJD will be after me. I will become their primary target and I will not risk my Seekers or you two to be ripped apart by those savage pets of Megatron's." Starscream said firmly, holding Skywarp tighter when he mentioned the DJD.
"I'm still working on the 'how' but I know the 'where.'" The blue Seeker said as he stopped his pacing and turned to his trineleader.
"Don't say it."
"Star, the Autobots would protect us from the DJD and anyone else."
"After they fry my processor out to get whatever information they want, and maybe rape my daughter some more."
"Your daughter clearly consented, Star." Thundercracker snapped as he jabbed a digit at Starscream.
"Don't start this up again!" Skywarp wailed, crying even louder.
"Look what you did." Starscream growled.
"Me?"
"Stop it!" Skywarp bellowed.
"Fine, whatever! Your brat was 'raped' because she is too stupid to tell her left servo from her right. But we still are better off with the Autobots than here!" Thundercracker exclaimed.
"I told you not to call her that!"
"Stop fighting!" Skywarp shouted. "I hate it when you two fight! Please, stop!"
"Alright, alright, we'll stop." Starscream said quickly.
"You're our trineleader. What do you want us to do?" Thundercracker grunted as he gestured his servos for Starscream to say something.
The Air Commander's optics narrowed. "We can't leave. Not yet. We need to find a way to slip out without getting caught." He vented a sigh. "I'll figure something out." He said softly.
"Yeah, well so am I."
Starscream eyed him for a long moment. "Don't do anything stupid, TC."
"There's nothing I can do that can match the stupid things your ungrateful brat has done."
With that, the blue Seeker stomped out of the room. Starscream's optics narrowed as he watched him depart, hugging Skywarp a little closer.
Starscream marched into Megatron's office and shut the door behind him. His wings raised as he crossed his arms.
"What the slag was that about?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean, Starscream." Megatron said as he kept his optics on his work.
"Yesterday," Starscream continued as he approached. "Yesterday during our session you forced my trinemates to watch! Why?"
Megatron looked up at his Second who now had his servos resting on the desktop, glaring at his superior.
"Why does it concern you?"
"Why does it concern me? Those are my trinemates! I'm stuck living with those slagheaps until I deactivate. You think I want them to watch me get fragged by you?"
"You're overreacting."
"I am not!"
"How many times have you interfaced in public? How many Starscream?" Megatron inquired as he leaned back in his chair.
"Far too many times to count." Starscream replied as he crossed his arms.
"Why do you do it? Is it because you do not care what others think or do you want to be the center of attention for everything?"
"Seeker trines bond in public as a means to show others that we are together. That we belong to each other and that we deeply ca-respect each other."
Megatron raised an optical ridge. "You were about to say it."
"Say what?"
"'Care.' That you 'deeply care' for your trinemates."
"I do not care for them. I respect them."
"Mhmm. Then, you can explain some things to me."
"Such as?" Starscream asked slowly.
"Some time ago you got into a physical confrontation with your trinemate Thundercracker, correct?"
"Correct." Starscream said cautiously.
"You then ordered him to the brig, correct?"
"Where are you going with this?"
"After Thundercracker was taken away you started to speak with Skywarp. There were plenty of witnesses, but you said something about 'loving' and 'caring' for your trinemates, correct?"
Starscream's optics momentarily brightened, and Megatron noticed. "If I said anything of the sort it was to calm Skywarp down. He whines about anything and I rather not deal with that." Starscream managed to sound unperturbed.
"Yesterday, you made it quite clear that you do care for them. You told me not to harm them, your trinemates were obviously upset, and you tried to sound like you were enjoying it. I've interfaced with you enough to know when you are faking. And, you were trembling. Far more than usual. Don't lie to me, Starscream. Those two idiots are obviously important to you. Pray that you don't piss me off enough that I decide to take out my frustrations on them."
Starscream swallowed, his wings lowering. "Megatron, please, keep them out of this." He said softly. "Don't punish them for my mistakes."
"I keep punishing you for your mistakes and disobedience and yet you continue to act up. Perhaps I should change some of my tactics."
Starscream circled around the desk and climbed onto Megatron's lap, straddling him. "Please, Mighty Megatron, they have nothing to do with my attitude. That is all on me. I am the one that must be punished. Not them."
"I will do what I believe must be done to keep you inline. If that means forcing you to watch your trinemates get flogged, so be it. But I will not-mhhhmmh!"
Starscream silenced Megatron with a kiss, trying to play his old tricks on the tyrant. Coolant leaked from his optics as he slipped his glossa inside the grounder's mouth. He grabbed Megatron's servos and made them hold his waist, never breaking the kiss. Then, his blue servos lowered to begin to amorously rub over Megatron's codpiece.
His optics turned white with static, more coolant running down his cheekplates when Megatron's codpiece slid aside. He began to stroke Megatron, preparing him to penetrate. Starscream folded his own codpiece aside and carefully eased himself down onto Megatron's spike, still kissing.
He was trembling so hard, not wanting to so willingly do this, but he had to. For his trinemates. He started to lift himself up and down, slowly gaining speed. Megatron gripped his waist tightly, forcefully making the Seeker go faster and harder.
Starscream did his best not to cry as he still kissed Megatron, his arms wrapped around the tyrants helm. Finally, their chest pieces folded away and they broke the kiss to growl through their overload. Starscream panted in Megatron's faceplates, resetting his optics to remove the static. He swallowed after a bit before speaking.
"I am yours, Mighty Megatron. In every way. Leave my daughter, my trinemates, and my Seekers alone and I promise I won't ever disobey you again. I won't ever lie, go behind your back, or be disrespectful as long as they are not harmed. I'm yours, not them. Do what you want with me, I won 't fight you. Please, just leave them alone."
Megatron smiled evilly before grabbing the Seeker's neck and squeezing. Starscream's intakes hitched when they were suddenly restricted of air, his servos holding Megatron's wrist.
"Oh, you are mine, Starscream. And if you do break your word, even in the slightest of instances, your trinemates will be the ones to suffer. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Megatron's victorious smile only grew. "Now since that is settled… Let's continue where we left off."
Starscream was forced off of Megatron's lap as the ex-gladiator stood. He spun the Seeker around and slammed him against the desktop, holding him there as he positioned himself behind. Starscream burrowed his helm into his arms and silently wept as he was brutally taken.
If losing his freedom and becoming practically a slave to Megatron meant keeping his trinemates and daughter safe, so be it. He could handle pain, they couldn't. Besides, he deserved this, after everything he had done to Moonstar and all those others he had hurt.
He wondered if Moonstar could see him from the Well. What would she think of him being used like this, giving his frame over to achieve a goal? Him failing their daughter when he had promised he wouldn't? Him giving in to all the stress around him and not refueling properly, not doing his work, and practically killing himself?
He was a mess. A mess who finally had karma come around. He just gave in and accepted what was being done to him. He probably would deactivate before Thundercracker got them out anyway. What was the point of fighting anymore?
The Constructicons sided with Starscream in All Hail Megatron, so I feel like they prefer Starscream. Not to mention in this story Moonstar was a good friend of theirs and therefore made them closer to Starscream.
Don't tell Daddy Screamer that you are gonna rape his daughter. He'll tackle you to the floor and end you before you even can realize that you hit the ground. :P
One more chapter to go before Invictus! Then everything will start to finally go uphill! :D Ya'll are gonna love Invictus. It has almost no rapes in it! XD