Well, this is it, my first Transformers fanfic. I know I probably will get several people out of character, but don't worry, it's intentional.
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to all those who read it, my best friend Spiral, and my parents, who will never as long as I live read this.
Anyway, enjoy!

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Title: Untitled

Rating: M

Genre: Angst/Drama

Series: Transformers/Beast Wars

Summary: AU movieverse BeeSam, MegaSam, FrenzySam among others. Sam is thrown into a parallel universe, where he is tortured by evil Autobots. Two years later, Barricade comes to take him to Megatron…

Warnings: Mentions of torture, rape, and a curse word. Later chapters will have slash; In fact, this chapter has slash in it, just, not explicit slash. At least I don’t think it is…

How long had it been since he had seen daylight, or any light in general?

He wasn’t sure, but it must have been several months ago, around the time they forgot about him.

Surveying the cell that had become his home for God-knows-how-long, he sighed. Same old cold metal walls, same old broken light fixture, same old concrete floors, same old hole in the corner, same old pile of rags at the far end of the room, same old everything. Even the bars around the impossibly large door were the same.

The only thing different was that it no longer smelled of various unpleasant things. Maybe his nose was just used to it.

‘It’s amazing that they just…forgot about me,’ he mused, his back against the wall, cushioning his head with his arms. ’I would’ve thought with all the fun they had with me they would’ve remembered me.’ He snorted, ‘Guess I am just a toy to them.’

He glanced down at his body an scowled. He was wearing no shirt, so he could see how every rib bone stuck out of his chest, and he doubted the rest of him was much better, although it was a bit too dark to see. He wondered what his face looked like. It was probably just as bad as the rest of him was, with all the skin almost directly on the bone, and his brown eyes dull. His hair was something he knew about, long and very, very white. Torture does things like that, he supposed.

All in all, he was very different then the boy who was thrown in here.

‘But, then again, had he ever existed in the first place? Maybe I’ve been here my whole life, and created such a convincing fantasy that I thought it was real?’ he thought.

He doubted it though. After all, you don’t have fantasize about helping your torturers defeat another evil robot who was just as bad as them, or fantasize about killing anyone other than said torturers.

A short, mirthless laugh came from his lips.

‘Oh, how fucked up life is.’

Standing up, he went over to the darkest corner of the room where his ‘bed’ was. He was once again very thankful for the large space of the room to stretch his legs, although to a giant robot it might feel very cramped.

Lying down on the rags and closing his eyes, Sam prayed to anyone who was listening for no nightmares.

And he slept.

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He woke up in the same place, with the same darkness, the same disgusting smell, the same leather seats.

‘Wait…this place doesn’t have…’

His eyes snapped open wide

“No, nonononono NO!”

‘It can’t happen, not now, please not now…’

Seatbelt wrapped around him, holding him in place.

“No!”

Something heavy was on top of him, too cold, too heavy, can’t breath!

He couldn’t look up, not into those eyes, those eyes!

“Stop, please!”

He had his eyes clenched shut, he couldn’t look, couldn’t breath, let go let go!

Hands running over his body, pulling at his clothes, then pulling apart his legs, don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes!

“Look at me, human,” a dark, slightly metallic voice said, “Look at me.”

Don’t open your eyes!

“Look at me.”

He opened his eyes, and those eyes! Blue eyes, staring at him with hate and lust!

“You are mine human, mine”, the hologram said. His hands, they were everywhere, make it stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!

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Sam’s eyes snapped open, and he jolted upwards with a sharp gasp. Tears were streaming down his face, but he was safe, no pain, safe.

When he could think straight, he thought, ‘Strange, normally I don’t wake up until it finishes.’ His eyes narrowed in thought.

‘So what woke me up?’

He looked around-

And hissed in pain at the dim light streaming through the door, and then he realized that the bars on the door were coming off, and he was back, he hadn’t forgotten about him after all, and he could never escape-

The last bar was off the door, and someone stepped inside.

Someone with the word ‘Police’ on him.

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If it isn't obvious, that was my first attempt at doing anything even close to a lemon, and I think I didn't do too bad, for a newbie.
I will be posting the next chapter very, very soon, can't say when though, I am rather lazy.
Anyway, this is Yami Ami, aka Jason, signing off for now.