kinkfest | 'Til They Break [Transformers, Soundwave, PG-13] (Reply)

Title: 'Til They Break
Author:

yami_samuraiflo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: (Implied) torture
Word count: 437
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Soundwave/any Autobot: mindgames - "He couldn't help but be fascinated by the unflagging optimism locked away in their core programming."
Summary: Some things were all about subtlety...

Some things were all about subtlety.

And unfortunately, Vortex, even if he was their appointed interrogator, wouldn’t know subtlety even if it hit him right in the middle of the face with the combined strength of Motormaster and Megatron's fusion cannon.

This was why the Decepticons' Communications Officer involved himself in some cases.

Interrogating a captive was an art, mused Soundwave as he circled his trembling prey. A beautiful, but at the same time awful and terrible art that one had to perform for what he would be tempted to call the ‘better good’. The better good of the Decepticons’ faction, of course.

The Autobot was a sorry mess: dented plating, scratched paint, one broken optic, scorch and weld marks crossing each other in an intricate way all over his body. And still, in his remaining optic, there was still something that Soundwave guessed was… well, it wasn’t hope, nor hate or resentment. It was… an absolute, irreversible certainty.

That his friends would come for him.

It was strange; Soundwave had worked on this particular captive for several orns, playing with his CPU like a noble would have played with an expensive music instrument.

Telling him everyone thought him dead had simply made the mech shrug. Making him listen to false recordings of conversations – or true conversations recorded by one of his Cassettes in the enemy bases and carefully edited – where everyone pretended to not care about him or mocked him or made light of his disappearance were met with a blank stare and an 'is that all you can do?'.

And he had tried different strategies and tried them again. But like many Autobots before, this one had endured everything even if he had cried and screamed and begged for mercy more than once. And like many Autobots before, this one still hoped – no, knew deep down- that he would be rescued. Soundwave couldn't help but be fascinated by the unflagging optimism locked away in their core programming; Autobots were optimistic fools, but optimistic fools who were hard to break because of that.

Still, it seemed he had finally managed to deeply shake his latest prey. For the last five joors, he had not ceased to repeat: “They will come… they will come… they will come… they will come… they will come… they will come…” in a somehow broken voice.

Yes, mused Soundwave privately. ‘They’ – whoever they would be, rescue party or true friends or faithful lovers trying to get their love back – would certainly come after all…

But probably not in time to save what remained of the mech and his already half broken psyche.