Overlord's fingers tap against the wall, the sound a firm and thudding reminder of your current position. He looms over you—casting quite a large shadow amongst the rooms dim light—snickering and admiring the horror in your optics. It was a sight he saw on a daily basis, a sight he enjoyed all too well.

You're cornered, that was very much clear—backed against the far side of a tiny, empty cell, at the mercy of such the sadistic grin that was always plastered on his face.

You pull away, and he perists, leaning forward.

"Oh, don't be that afraid,"

Overlord mocks—the tapping of his fingertips against the metal material of the wall coming to a halt.

"You knew this would happen eventually, did you?"

It wasn't too obvious what he was hinting to, but you figured it was because of your open, loud hatred towards Megatron—Overlord's obsession and inspiration.

He pulls a datapad from a subspace on his leg—forcing the screen in your face.

"Read it."

His voice demands violently, laced with nothing but aggression, but before you can even grasp what's on the screen, he pulls it away with a vicious snarl.

"I gave you so many warnings—what are you, blind?"

Overlord grasps your chin roughly. He doesn't seemed pleased with how you look away, desperately trying to avoid eye-contact.

"So naive... So pathetic."