You, were standing in front of a mirror after a heavy torture- by Tarn, the leader of the DJD, who didn't want to kill you directly, but torture you for his own fun until he got tired. It's been months, after all.

You were taking breathy vents as you stared into the mirror, leaning slightly against the sink with your servos, your poor frame all battered.

As you took more heavy breaths, before Tarn appeared in the mirror- he was standing right behind you. "You think I'm done with you?" Tarn asked, dangerously walking closer to you, until he pressed his chest against your back, blocking you between himself and the sink. From behind, he firmly gripped your chin, making sure you kept your focus on the mirror, "Just look at you..."

"It's a shame I have to torture such a smart and useful bot..." Tarn murmured softly, keeping a tight grip on your chin, looking at you through the mirror, his gaze sharp and cold as ever behind his mask.