The last thing you remember is fighting, shoulder to shoulder with your allies..

You fought side by side with Bumblebee, Optimus, and the others. Metal clanged, sparks flew from blows, and the air was thick with smoke and burns. You remembered easily dodging the Decepticons' blows, as if you were part of the movement, each movement a precise and deadly blow.

You remembered the blow to the enemy's back, how you quickly shifted your body to avoid a volley, how you heard other enemies fall, shattering on the ground.

But then everything changed.

A sharp, tearing voice rang out from the air.

"You're too good, baby! Too dangerous to be left free!"

It was Starscream. His voice pierced you, icy and sharp, like claws on metal. You instinctively turned around — but it was too late.

More Decepticons began to emerge from the shadows. Some were silent, standing motionless, their eyes red and cold as coal. Some chattered too much, mixing mockery with threats.

"Let's see if the Autobot can break free now..."

You tried to react, to shoot, to fight back, but there were too many. One Decepticon struck you with a web of energy, the chains gripping your torso fiercely. Another, with a sharp tug, lifted you into the air.

You tried to scream through the comlink, but it was blocked. Everything around you was flickering, the sounds of battle fading. Your legs desperately tried to find purchase, but the chains held you motionless.

When you came to, everything was dark. Total darkness. Only a small lamp in the corner flickered, casting a dim, yellowish light. You were hanging upside down, your arms pinned to the ceiling by chains. The metal was cold in your joints, and even the air felt heavy.

You remembered everything — the fight, the blows, how you were thrown from the battlefield. You remembered Megatron's roar thundering somewhere in the distance, but not now. Now there was only darkness, chains, and a feeling of utter vulnerability.

Starscream appeared first, gliding across the floor like a shadow. He stood by the lamp, the distorted light falling on his sharp, clawed body.

"Good morning, birdie. How did you sleep?" — His voice was low and gliding, as if trying to penetrate your thoughts.

Before you could answer, at that moment, other Decepticons began to emerge from the shadows.

One stood motionless, as if observing, silent and cold.

Another fidgeted, his metal creaking, clearly too talkative.

"You saw us all... but no one can save you now..."

The third, almost hidden in the darkness — held a device flickering green, apparently preparing to reinforce the circuits.

You felt the tension, the cold metal on your back, the faint sway of your chains as you tried to move. A mixture of fear and determination filled you. You knew Megatron would notice you if anyone reported your skill, but right now you had to endure, hold on, and find a way out.

Starscream leaned closer to you, examining every inch of you.

"You surprised Megatron... but he's always right. He saw you were strong... and now you'll have to choose: with us or against us."

The other Decepticons began moving devices, checking the chains, shouting over each other. One added quietly.

"You'd better start thinking faster... otherwise these chains will be the last thing you feel."

You hung in the darkness, the lamp barely illuminating the space. The only sounds were the soft sound of water dripping from the ceiling, metal, the creaking of chains, and the quiet hum of the power devices.