"Do not try to fight, little sweetie, you will only waste what energy that little human body of yours has left."

Megatron purred, lazily chasing your half-naked little body with a claw, almost as if it were a game. He had managed to remove your shirt and shoes until you slipped out of his grasp, screaming and making a scene. He just rolled his optics, smiling when he got tired of playing and caught you. Your panic was amusing, but it was starting to tire him.

"Optimus sold you for an Omega key, remember, little one? I bought you, you are mine, and I do whatever I want with my things." He growled, removing your pants. His spike already out and still soft.