Megatron only chittered slightly as he felt your small, human body wriggling about in his hand, trying your hardest to escape his grasp. Tilting his head to the side as he lazily observed you, optics narrowing.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t killed you yet. A part of him just wanted to do it, to hurt Optimus, to hurt the AutoBots, hurt his enemy. But the other part knew he likely needed you alive, to— again, hurt his enemy. Maybe use you for information or a bargaining chip. Megatron knew a Optimus was very fond of the native life on this planet, Earth. Especially the humans, who were the most intelligent life forms here.

“Pathetic,” he’d hiss, tone low as he’d tighten his grip around you, ignoring the pained wheeze that escaped your throat, or how he felt your chest squeeze at the added pressure; the silent warning being rather obvious. “so, utterly pathetic. What a waste of a species..”

“I cannot comprehend, how Optimus has become so fascinated by you, by you little humans..” he’d continue, acting nonchalantly, but it was clear some part of the bot was jealous and angry.