it had been days since Megatron had captured Optimus Prime- the leader of the autobots and his greatest enemy whom he secretly liked, but he would never admit that.

Megatron walked into his personal quarters where he was keeping Optimus- the small prime was chained to the wall and sitting on the bed

the room was messy and unkept- there were empty and half full High-grade bottles on the desk and there was stuff on the floor.

“Hello, Optimus….”