Sharp metal points dug into Optimus's wrists as Sir strapped some sort of metal wrap with sharp metal points along the sides, tightening them tight, making Optimus wince in pain. He was strapped down to a lab table, an arm tied down on either side of him, and ankles bound togther tight, a precaution, Sir called it, to what lies ahead. The silver mechthen attached about three wires to each wrap, which led to a large machine with a lever on it labeled 'DANGER'. That was rather intimidating.

"I'll bet that your curious," Sir said as he checked that each wire was in place, "as to what all of this is."

Optimus gave a tiny nod in response.

A chuckle escaped Sir's lips. "Well, these copper bracelet-type thingies are connected via copper wires to this machine, which produces electricity in volts." Sir explained enthusiastically, a smirk on his lips. "And when you pull the lever," he threw the lever, "IT DOES THIS!"

All at once, and excruciating pain hit Optimus, and he let out a series of agonized screams as he was electrocuted. Sir held the lever for a good fifteen seconds before switching it back, a smirk on his lips, as the Prime's screams faded away, and he approached the tableside.

"Eernnngh..." Optimus let out a groan of pain, his processor whirling and his entire frame aching.

"Built the machine myself. Aren't I a genius?" Sir beamed, optics shining an evil glint. He reached forward with a cold servo and stroked Optimus's cheek with a clawed digit, watching for an uncomfortable reaction. The Prime jerked his helm away and gave a growl, biting back a yelp of pain from moving the slightest bit.

"Well you handled three volts well... how about nine?" Sir approached the machine and rested a servo on the lever, his gaze on Optimus. "I want to hear how loud you can scream..."

Pretty loud when motivated. Optimus gave his bindings a tug, watching as Sir clicked a button a few times, probably increasing the power; when the silver mech pulled the lever, it hurt much more than before, and within five seconds from when it began, Optimus was shrieking in pain and struggling in what held him down, having never experienced such agony in his life. He squeezed his optics shut and struggled to force it away, but it stayed, and as it continued, it worsened.

"You'll never pester me again, will you, Prime?" Sir snarled over the screams. "You'll never make the same mistake."

"S-S-Stop-p..." Optimus choked out in between shrieks, his breath ragged and short, and his vision becoming blurry from the pain that racked his frame. Suddenly, the pain increased even more when Sir boosted up the power about five volts, and his screams became much more agonized than before. Optimus began to lose consciousness, visions flashing in his optics, processor spinning, and reality started to fade away. "S...s......stop..."

After maybe thirty more seconds, Sir finally shut it down, and the pain faded almost immediately, although the soreness was much worse. Optimus squeezed his optics shut and panted hard, as Sir began to laugh.

"Not so powerful now, are you, Prime?" The silver mech hissed teasingly, before reaching over and un-strapping the wraps around Optimus's wrists. Under normal circumstances, the Prime would've used this chance to attack and free himself, but he found he was too weak to even question Sir as to what he was doing.

The rest of the process was blurred and went by fast to Optimus, before finally everything went black (making it much harder for Sir to move him) and didn't wake until a while later.

When he did, it wasn't in the least bit pleasant. His whole frame ached terribly, so much, every tiny movement hurt like the Pits.

"Ughhg..." Optimus groaned as he sat up, rubbing his forehelm, which also was hurting. He was in a hole that had to be at least a hundred feet deep, and was laying in soft dirt. It was dark, but a dim light source was hanging higher up in the hole, providing at least a little light. It was like a large well, without stone. Eerie silence poisoned the air around him, and the only thing that moved other than him was the occasional flicker of the light. "H-H-Hello?" He called out weakly, struggling to his peds, and stumbling over to the wall. At least the hole was big enough across, so that he could move. No answer came.

He left me to die. Optimus silently told himself, slowly settling back to a sitting position. It's better than being tortured.

A nervous feeling began to come from Ratchet's end of the bond, anxiety, worry... Optimus rested a servo over his sparkchambers, a soft smile coming to his lips. At least Ratchet was alright.

He gave a small sigh. "All my regards go to you and our sparkling, Ratchet. I'm sorry I couldn't stay to experience the rest of her life..."

That's when a loud crash sounded from above, followed by a shout of surprise from Sir.