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Optimus felt weak, nauseous even. He wished to purge his tanks right there in that small, desolate room. Light shackles bound him to the floor and electric pipes mimicking Soundwave's greasy tentacles gripped his exhaust. He was too tired to fight, but too proud to give in. Suddenly, Laughter erupted from the entryway in front of him. Huffing and wheezing, he managed to look up at his assailant, it was then that he realized who he was dealing with.

A small man, dressed in a green military combat suit stepped forward, eyes studying his specimen carefully. "Optimus Prime." Announced the voice, cold and harsh to the Autobot's audio receptors, "It's good to see you again. I'd say you're looking well, but we all know that's a lie." the human teased.

Optimus' engine roared back at the man in retort. His body shuddered and hiccuped. He could barely stand, let alone fight back, and now, of all people, he was at Sila's mercy. The small man cocked his head, eyes darting to one of his men, whose hand daintily sat on the edge of a control switch. "Again, crank it up to 5 this time boys."

The Machine hooked to Optimus' back hummed with the spark of electricity as it jolted awake. The Prime screamed in agony as a sharp sensation ricocheted through him, burning each and every circuit as it went. The most inhumane thing about all of it, was the pace at which said torture climbed within him. It was as if it knew all of his weaknesses in advance, and as Optimus continued to scream through the torment, the fire clawed into his helm, slowly.

"Isn't it wonderful Optimus Prime? The feeling, I mean. It's not as bad as you might think, I've seen some bots fall after the second setting....but you? You're at 5! We have 4 settings to go!" He chuckled, his gleeful expression gave Optimus chills, his heating systems retiring.

Still under the pressure of the pain, Optimus' optics shot open, their light filling the room as the machine whirred up to setting 7. He screamed louder than before, pipes cracking under the force and body twisting in an attempt to halt the execution. But he did not prevail. Instead he dropped to his knees, and, refusing to beg for Silas' mercy, called on his God, but it did no good. He was falling right into Silas' evil trap.

"P-Primuss HHELP MEEEE!!!" He choked, realizing his fate lay coiled within the thick layers of the device and the thin foundation of his will.

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Inspired by my friend Halo. I do a lot of torture shit with Optimus, idk.

I had to put something so I wrote out a small one-shot real fast. Hope you liked it guys!

Description
Optimus felt weak, nauseous even. He wished to purge his tanks right there in that small, desolate room. Light shackles bound him to the floor and electric pipes mimicking Soundwave's greasy tentacles gripped his exhaust. He was too tired to fight, but too proud to give in. Suddenly, Laughter erupted from the entryway in front of him. Huffing and wheezing, he managed to look up at his assailant, it was then that he realized who he was dealing with.

A small man, dressed in a green military combat suit stepped forward, eyes studying his specimen carefully. "Optimus Prime." Announced the voice, cold and harsh to the Autobot's audio receptors, "It's good to see you again. I'd say you're looking well, but we all know that's a lie." the human teased.

Optimus' engine roared back at the man in retort. His body shuddered and hiccuped. He could barely stand, let alone fight back, and now, of all people, he was at Sila's mercy. The small man cocked his head, eyes darting to one of his men, whose hand daintily sat on the edge of a control switch. "Again, crank it up to 5 this time boys."

The Machine hooked to Optimus' back hummed with the spark of electricity as it jolted awake. The Prime screamed in agony as a sharp sensation ricocheted through him, burning each and every circuit as it went. The most inhumane thing about all of it, was the pace at which said torture climbed within him. It was as if it knew all of his weaknesses in advance, and as Optimus continued to scream through the torment, the fire clawed into his helm, slowly.

"Isn't it wonderful Optimus Prime? The feeling, I mean. It's not as bad as you might think, I've seen some bots fall after the second setting....but you? You're at 5! We have 4 settings to go!" He chuckled, his gleeful expression gave Optimus chills, his heating systems retiring.

Still under the pressure of the pain, Optimus' optics shot open, their light filling the room as the machine whirred up to setting 7. He screamed louder than before, pipes cracking under the force and body twisting in an attempt to halt the execution. But he did not prevail. Instead he dropped to his knees, and, refusing to beg for Silas' mercy, called on his God, but it did no good. He was falling right into Silas' evil trap.

"P-Primuss HHELP MEEEE!!!" He choked, realizing his fate lay coiled within the thick layers of the device and the thin foundation of his will.

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Inspired by my friend Halo. I do a lot of torture shit with Optimus, idk.

I had to put something so I wrote out a small one-shot real fast. Hope you liked it guys!