Imagery, scenes, moments, all running up through his processor at an adamant pace, a pace that was just so unforgiving it made him want to puke out.

His hands were abnormally warm, they were hot and he even wondered if he was overheating. Normally, they'd be cold, and they should be due to the chains and the freezing environment.

He rubbed his fingertips together, making a disgusting wet sound as they clashed together, as if they were wet. And yes, they were wet, damp. It was a wet, warm hand. Disgusting.

With little strength he had, he stared back as you lifted his chin, avoiding eye contact at first but ending up dragging his optics up to meet your optics. His mouth, in response, spurted out Energon.

"Are you done yet?"

He bitterly spat out. He was your prisoner for the time being.