His head slams back, optics blazing white as Tarn's fingers bite deep through plating into the joints and pistons of his knee, severing cables, energon spilling. His head slams back against the floor as he arches, trying to twist away for a moment and then stopping when that wrenches the tattered, pulpy mess in Tarn's grip and he stops to just drag in air through his vents. It hurts so much that the sensation is almost meaningless, white noise in his head, and he shakes through it, just taking a few seconds to jitter uselessly against the floor before he twists again, looking back up at Tarn with wild optics.
"Are you done?" he asks, voice ragged, vocalizer popping from strain and overuse, but he doesn't look afraid.
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His head slams back, optics blazing white as Tarn's fingers bite deep through plating into the joints and pistons of his knee, severing cables, energon spilling. His head slams back against the floor as he arches, trying to twist away for a moment and then stopping when that wrenches the tattered, pulpy mess in Tarn's grip and he stops to just drag in air through his vents. It hurts so much that the sensation is almost meaningless, white noise in his head, and he shakes through it, just taking a few seconds to jitter uselessly against the floor before he twists again, looking back up at Tarn with wild optics.
"Are you done?" he asks, voice ragged, vocalizer popping from strain and overuse, but he doesn't look afraid.