It's not the backhand that was hard enough to dent his mask or the words hissed into his audio, half muffled by the lingering buzz of pain, but the taste of energon in the back of his throat as the crushing grip bursts a small fuel line that really gets the point across he's in deep slag. His visor widens and as the only panic starts to set in, so does his struggling.
"Gk--" he wheezes as his neck makes crunch-pop sounds in Tarn's grip. More damage warnings pop up on his HUD, alerting him to leaking in his intake.
Even though Tarn had him firmly pinned, he still tries to kick, swinging the bottom heavy boots towards the tank's thighs and crotch in earnest attempts to hurt. He feels vulnerable; every fiber of his body screamed to combine but there was no one to combine with.
"You-- you can't--" he starts, but cuts himself off early because his voice was better used for screaming. "Ratchet? Ratchet!"
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It's not the backhand that was hard enough to dent his mask or the words hissed into his audio, half muffled by the lingering buzz of pain, but the taste of energon in the back of his throat as the crushing grip bursts a small fuel line that really gets the point across he's in deep slag. His visor widens and as the only panic starts to set in, so does his struggling.
"Gk--" he wheezes as his neck makes crunch-pop sounds in Tarn's grip. More damage warnings pop up on his HUD, alerting him to leaking in his intake.
Even though Tarn had him firmly pinned, he still tries to kick, swinging the bottom heavy boots towards the tank's thighs and crotch in earnest attempts to hurt. He feels vulnerable; every fiber of his body screamed to combine but there was no one to combine with.
"You-- you can't--" he starts, but cuts himself off early because his voice was better used for screaming. "Ratchet? Ratchet!"