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Peds stumbled over each other as the light died, announcing night hours. It was getting too hard to see now but he had no choice but to keep walking. If he ever stopped, he would get shoved from behind or poked hard with the blade that would now and then press against his back struts. He knew what was going to happen and it sent cold, frightening chills down his back and his door wings.
He was going to die. He was going to be brutally murdered for trying to escape again. He had been warned by his captor.
"Pl-please......." he managed to whimper as he stumbled over his bruised and cracked peds, twisting his hands from behind his back where stasis cuffs and an electro chain dug into them. "Wh-why do we have to go outside? I want to g-go back inside. Can't......can't we just go back inside? I will......I will behave now, I swear. I won't try and leave my room again." He had tried.
His captor did not speak but poked him with the tip of his blade again to signal him to keep walking.
He trembled, his door wings trembled, Pit! Even his spark was trembling within his chamber! He, for once, was hating the silence. He wanted to hear his captor say something, anything.
Scratch that!
He wanted to hear his captor say, "That's enough. We shall return Home and forget all about this."
But it was the silence that scared him so badly. It was the silence that told him what was going to happen. He heard it from the others.
Oh, Primus, the others!
He dreaded what was going to happen to them even after he was gone. He knew from past experience of another mech who had tried to escape and was punished. He knew what was going to happen to those who remained behind. He had had it happened to him once when that mech had disappeared from his room and never had returned; whole, that is.
He remembered that terrifying day like yesterday and it haunted his memory purges.
Those dark optics staring at him through the barred window on his prison cell door. The dripping energon spilling on the cold metal floors. The head of the mech that tried to escape. The threatening words of what would happen if he or the others tried to escape.
And he had ignored the warning. He had saw an opportunity of escaping and against the others' pleas, he tried to take it. He tried to escape.
And he was caught as soon as he had even opened the door to go outside.
Oh, he wished he had been faster on his peds. He wished his captor hadn't taken his T-Cog so he could have transformed and just sped the Pits out of there. He wished he had seen that stupid motion sensor that alerted his escape attempt to his captor.
Now he was paying for it.
For the last time.
"My......my Lo-Love......." He whimpered in fear and anguish. "Please tal-talk to me. Please say something. You used to.....to talk to me all of the time. Please, tell me you still love me....." he began to sob.
The ped steps behind him stopped and he felt the electro chain grow tight, tugging him to a stop. He could only hope that meant what he was praying to Primus of what it meant.
Shivering as he felt a growing warmness press against his door wings and he did everything he could not to flinch away but instead press back against his captor. Warm air brushed against his audios and he merely tilted his head into the source, still fighting the flinch from arising.
"Of course I love you." His captor whispered, his voice a soft, but menacing sound in his audios. "But you were very bad. And you broke the rules. You know what happens when you break the rules. You must be punished."
The Praxian captive shivered and a heavy sob broke out as he pressed back against his captor. "I am......I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again! I will behave! Please! Just.....just please, I want to stay with you!" He whimpered, even if he was forcing those words to save his life.
There was another long, unsettling silence before a hand gently touched his shoulder, forcing a flinch from him now. He felt his captor lightly push down on him and his legs, already weak from terror gave out from underneath him and he fell to them.
"I know you will never do it again. That is why I will give you one more chance to prove that you love me, Stylor" The captor spoke softly. "Press your helm to the ground and spread your legs wide."
A terrified shiver ran through Stylor and he fought so hard not to start sobbing right there. He knew what his vicious captor wanted now. He hated it so much.......but if it saved him......
Swallowing his sobs, Stylor leaned forward and thunked his helm against the metal debris of the woods, his aft sticking high in the air. He spread his legs wide and felt cool air blowing in his dry valve and it seemed to go through him, freezing his very spark.
Something began probing at his entrance and he bit his glossa to hide the whimpering sob wanting to burst out. He knew it wasn't what he thought at first, feeling the finger probing him. He was dried and knew if he didn't manage to form some lubricant soon, it was going to hurt. Just like the first time.
"Hmmm. You say one thing but I see differently. If I am going to make love to you again, you need to be prepared." His vicious captor said as he continued to finger the valve. "Here. Let me help you with lubricating."
And there was a slice of pain that slammed deep into Stylor's valve.
It could not be helped that a piercing scream snapped out of the mech, forcing him to snap up from his bent position and his optics brightened in pain. He screamed in agony as he felt his valve being shredded by sharp metal.
That was not a spike! That was the knife!
And all he could do was scream, his pain echoing off of steelpine trees and into the growing night as his vicious captor pulled the blade out from his now thrashing frame before seizing the wriggling door wings as his victim tried ever so hard to get away from him now. He held fast and painfully to the ever so sensitive door wings before yanking Stylor up and bending his head back so he could see Cybertron's glorious golden moon amongst the glittering stars.
"I think you're well lubricated now, my love. It's time." His vicious captor cooed into his audios before he pressed against Stylor's back, fondling at his aft. "I love you so much, Sty. But you have been such a bad mechling. And you must be punished. Always bad mechs be punished." He cooed again before he thrust his spike in deep in the energon gushing valve and hit several damaged sensory nodes.
There was no pleasure in the act, of course and Stylor only screamed and sobbed as his captor, his kidnapper thrust deep into him, tearing his valve up.
And after moments of such a brutal act, Stylor's kiddnapper became his murderer when he began slicing through his neck and vocoder.