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#it isn’t often he gets attention let alone complimented indirectly lmao
frecklystars · 3 years
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“If you do not comply,” Starscream warns the girl, “I can do quite a number of things that will make you talk.”
He leans forward, activating the prod and pointing dangerously close to her body. The electric sparks emanating from it are almost as terrifying as his sinister smile - like he’s experienced with torture. Like he craves it.
“Number one,” he purrs, “I will t-“
“Wait! Stop! L-Listen—“ She takes in a shaky breath, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating— “Listen! Listen. Listen. Okay - listen-“
“I am listening,” Starscream snaps impatiently. “What.”
“Okay. Okay. Listen, I don’t do well under - I don’t do - I don’t do torture, okay? I’m gonna - I’m gonna stop you at number one.” She swallows roughly. Her arms ache in protest as she struggles against the chains. “Fuck, I’m not - I’m n-not, I’m - I-I’m absolutely not gonna make it to number two.”
Starscream‘s eyebrows knit against his nasal chevron.
“I’m - I don’t have a high pain tolerance.” The human shakes her head rapidly. “I stub my toe, and that - you - you know what, then that’s it for me, that’s - I’m done for the fucking day.”
“I... see.” The jetformer lowers his weapon, disregarding the fact he doesn’t know what stubbing a toe could possibly mean. Probably something stupid.
He normally never has such an easy time when it comes to interrogation, and was honestly looking forward to hearing her tortured screams, but a commander always keeps his word.
“Organic vermin are utterly pathetic,” he scoffs. He raises his free servo and places a claw under her chin, lifting her head and forcing her to look him in the eye.
It could be just the lighting - she hopes it‘s just the lighting - but she swears she can see bits of blue staining his claws. She might be new to this, but... isn’t that particular shade of blue... the color of robot blood?! 
With his optics running over her form like that, she’s too painfully aware that this enemy could skewer her within seconds. If only Bumblebee were here to save her!
“Keri...” he says slowly, voice dark and guttural, as if tasting the designation for the first time and seeing if the word is a name worth savoring, “is it?”
His voice suits him: dangerous, sharp. Deadly but beautiful, as if one were gently draping a blanket of silk over harsh glasspaper. There’s almost a certain curve to it, especially grasped onto the edges - it lures you in - snaps you like a bite.
“Um - mhm.” She nods. “You’re - you said your name was Star— oh, fuck. Star - Starlight?”
Oh. 
The Seeker’s optics widen. That’s a new one. 
He quickly recovers, replacing his astonished expression with a horrible scowl.
“Scream,” he corrects sharply.
“I’m trying not to!” She whimpers.
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