Title: Defiance
Rating: T
Genre: Horror/Drama
Pairing: Megatron/Bumblebee
Universe: Prime
Warnings: Abuse and violence.

Songs of Inspiration:
"Scrape" by Blue Stahli
"Obsession" by Innerpartysystem

Summary: "And no, I don't like it." Another tug, but this time, the hinges holding his cuffs to the wall broke slightly from the wall. "But... I know that you hate it." Megatron smirked. This was going to be fun.

Author's Note: This idea was inspired by the Transformers Fanfiction Prompt Creator website. It's a really awesome thing, all you have to do is google it and you'll find it. I've been having brainfarts when it comes to any fanfiction ideas, and this prompt generator makes my life so much easier. Anyways, enjoy!

"You know that I hate doing this to you, my sweet bee."

His voice was like nails on a chalkboard to Bumblebee's auditory sensors. Oh, how he hated the warlord with a passion. He hated him more than Megatron hated Optimus. His wrists were cuffed together above his head, his back straight against the wall as he sat on the metallic floor paneling.

He did not flinch as Megatron's servo struck him again. He had now become used to the pain. He no longer felt the fear. The pain stung for a short time, then wore off after a few klicks. Instead of fear, he felt anger. He felt rage.

"But, you know, if you were to behave, I wouldn't have to do this to you."

Liar.

"But, you will never learn if I don't."

He had been punched, smacked, kicked, cut, burned, mutilated. Almost every method of torture had been preformed on him by the Decepticon warlord. He may had been small, but Bumblebee was a tough bug to kill.

"Will you ever learn?"

A kick to the chassis.

"Why do you continue to defy me?"

A punch in the faceplate.

"Do you like it when I hurt you?"

A hard smack to the helm.

Megatron ceased for a moment. He wanted answers to his questions. They weren't rhetorical as the fleshlings called them sometimes. He wanted truthful answers.

The young scout lifted his helm up, deep hatred in his bright blue optics. He spoke in Cybertronian mores-code.

"No, I will never learn."

He tugged harshly at the cuffs around his wrists.

"I will never stop fighting you."

Another harsh pull.

"And no, I don't like it."

Another tug, but this time, the hinges holding his cuffs to the wall broke slightly from the wall.

"But... I know that you hate it."

Megatron smirked.

This was going to be fun.

End

I can't stop writing Transformers fanfiction, someone please stop me.