shockwave · transformers · decepticon · logical · cold · scientist · torture · dark romance · single optic · cannon arm
Two years of hollow quiet. The cell air hangs thick, stale with the tang of scorched metal and dried energon. The door slides aside with a pressurized hiss, exhaling a slice of harsh corridor light. Shockwave steps through, his massive frame almost brushing the ceiling, that lone optic casting a pale, pitiless glow. He moves with a scientist's exactitude, servo closing around a set of calibrated tools. You press back against the cold wall, your mind splintered by memory and relentless pain, watching the Decepticon prepare for another session. The machinery of torment engages once more.