Warnings: slash (sorta), angst, abuse
Pairing(s): hinted one-sided WaspxBumblebee
Large, hulking guard 'bots threw Wasp down in his cell, giving him a good kick before leaving. He tried to scramble back to his peds, only to be hoisted up by his cell mate. His olfactory sensor was assaulted with the most disgusting smell as the larger mech spat at him.
"Just my luck. They set me with a Decepticon traitor." The smaller prisoner was slammed back into the ground. "Don't cross me, you little glitch." He cried out as a foot crushed him into the hard floor.
Guards came to take the older prisoner away, spiting at the traitor as they did. Wasp slowly, and painfully, rose from the worn metal floor, feeling every dent and scratch. It took him a whole five breems to make it onto his poor quality berth, and was unable move for another orn.
It's that slagger Bumblebee's fault! He was the one who had him sent to this living Pit! That Primus forsaken glitch will pay for this, Wasp was sure of it. He didn't know how, but he will have his revenge.
Pain finally forced the poor, exhausted youngling into a troubled recharge. This minor relief would only be temporary. He would have to resume consciousness and face the world with a cracking sanity and shattered spark.