The cell was dark and incredibly, excessively, gloomy. Ratchet had settled down on the berth, sitting up and staring at the wall, which he'd been doing for quite a while now, given there's not much you could actually do when your alone in a cell.

He couldn't take his mind off of the sparkling he appeared to be carrying... Orion would be so happy and so pleased... what was terrifying was that the sparkling may never live to be born... Primus, Megatron, listen to reason, if you terminate me, you terminate such a young and potential filled sparkling...

"Ratchet." Speak of the fiery devil, the largely built gladiator entered the cell, locking the door on his way in and slipping the key ring around his wrist, his optics shining a dangerous red.

Ratchet jumped up and put his back against the wall immediately, glaring daggers at the large grey mech, earning a bitter laugh.

"Feeling defiant today, are we?" Megatron sneered, coming to stand directly in front of him, gazing down at him, a smirk upon his faceplate. "You have pretty big bearings for a carrying medic."

Ratchet narrowed his optics coldly. "What do you want?"

The phycotic warlord smirked even bigger, his long blade sliding out from under his fusion cannon, the sharp edge shining in the dim light; Ratchet stiffened, silently scaling his strength to Megatron's, deciding if he could fight him off or not. Nope.

"I want to destroy everything that Orion Pax loves, and what better way to do that, than to destroy his 'with sparkling' mate?" Megatron hissed, but withdrew his blade, after all, it had only been to intimidate the medic.

"H-He didn't mean to hurt you!" Ratchet protested. "Orion is a good mech!"

Megatron snarled, it took every bit of his strength to refrain from striking the medic. Orion had shattered his spark... he wanted so badly to hurt him the same way, and with Orion's mate standing before him...

"Megatronus-" Big mistake.

With a hiss of anger, Megatron pulled his arm back and swung at the medic, who dodged it and inched away from him, optics wide.

"You will refer to me as Lord Megatron, pest." The warlord bellowed.

"I will nev- nnnnngh.." Ratchet's sentence was cut short when a servo tightened around his neck, cutting off ventilation. "M-M-Megatron..." He let out a ragged gasp, wrapping his servos around Megatron's wrist.

The walord only narrowed his optics, a sparkless edge to them, watching with both fury and amusement. This brought a certain feeling of dominance to him, a lust for strength and superiority. He kept his servo tight, his sharp digits digging into the medic's neck cabling slightly.

"M-Meg-gatron... st-t-top..." Ratchet choked out, slowly becoming dizzy from the lack of circulation, before a sharp pain started in his abdomen. "Th-The spark-k-kk... ling..."

"I don't care about the Primus forsaken sparkling you carry," Megatron hissed, a lust for power surging in his frame as he tightened his grip on the medic, "now, you will refer to me as 'Lord Megatron', and you will speak to your lord and master with respect, do you understand?"

Ratchet forced a small nod.

"I said, do you understand!?" The warlord repeated, snarling.

"Y-Y-Yes.. L-Lord... Me....gatr...onn..." The medic choked out, as the room began to darken.

"Good." Megatron released his grip, his optics bearing a sparkless dullness as Ratchet dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. "You would do wise to remember who your superiors are."

Ventilation flooded back into Ratchet as he gasped desperately, his breath shaky, silently begging the pain in his middle to cease.

"Your lucky I don't terminate you now." Megatron growled, watching with amusement. "It is overly tempting..."

"L-Listen to reason... the sparkling, i-it doesn't deserve any of this..." Ratchet, still breathing hard, said quietly. "You can't be that sparkless... as to destroy a life that hasn't began, an i-innocent sparkling..."

Megatron gazed at him, his optics shining a cruel gleam. "I do not care of innocence. Whether the being is unborn or not," he growled.

"Megatron-" Ratchet stopped when his glare sharpened, "...Lord Megatron," he hesitated at the name, "please... the sparkling... you can't possibly be that sparkless..."

"You only plead so to save your own spark." Megatron retorted. "You just don't want to be terminated."

"Oh, don't think that low of me." Ratchet instinctively wrapped an arm around his abdomen, around his little one. "I... I don't want my sparkling to be punished for such a reason... please, you must listen to reason..."

The warlord's gaze drifted to Ratchet's protective arm on his abdomen. "Hn." He gave a quiet huff of thought. A tiny twinge of regret eternally burnt in his spark, but the rest of him was filled with fury and vengeance...

A tiny little pain started in Ratchet's abdomen, and immediately he put his other one over his abdomen and hugged himself. "Settle down..." He breathed, where Megatron couldn't hear. "Easy Little One..."

"Can't believe your carrying.." Megatron watched him closely. "Orion really grew a pair huh?"

"Frag off." Ratchet shot a glare at him, still hugging himself.

"I bet he merely used you as a pleasure bot, if he was smart." The warlord sneered. "That's all your useful for, anyway."

"He wouldn't! You only say that because... because if you had the chance, that's all you'd use somebody for, but Orion's not like that, and he never will be! He has real respect, and he's actually respectable, unlike you-"

That's all Ratchet was able to say before Megatron backhanded him, hard, the impact sending him to the floor.

"Shut up!" Megatron roared in fury.

The rough touch lingered on Ratchet's cheek, where there was a blue splotch of energon. Megatron had hit harder than he meant to.

Ratchet yelped at the stinging in his cheek, reaching to touch the cut on his cheek but withdrawing when his own touch made it sting more.

"Incompetent pest." The warlord hissed, a lust for dominance urging him to strike again, but Ratchet remained on his servos and knees. "You will not speak to your master in that manner again, understood?"

"Y-Yes... Lord Megatron." Ratchet murmured, averting his optics in shame. To refer to an enemy in a superior name like so, it took a level of submission Ratchet did not posses.

Megatron growled and left the cell, and that tiny twinge of regret, it was crying out to him that he shouldn't have struck Ratchet, and that he should return and help him...

But he didn't.

And he never would.