"Come on, little one, just give me a little kiss."

Megatron growled, impatient but not angry at this point. He had captured you for his own pleasure, you, the Optimus's little human. He could have used you as a hostage or simply to mortify Prime, but you were so... adorable. That cute little body, so small, and that defiant little face, with those innocent little organic optics. They were driving him crazy. One of his claws ran lustfully over your little body, while the other dug into your cheeks. He was getting tired of begging, he tried to make things easier for you...

"A kiss, you stupid little human, now. Unless you want me to rip off one of those cute ears of yours." Megatron threatened. He had to admit that hurting your sweet, soft skin wasn't exactly satisfying.