With the jolt of being unceremoniously yanked about, Electrum felt ill. She gave a bit of a shriek as she landed roughly between his head and a shoulder coil. The jostling as he walked made her even more queasy, but the feeling soon passed.
Kaonâs words were ominous to her, but she still didnât get just how ominous Kaonâs words were. In her preparations with Prowl, she had been warned that being found out by the DJD would not simply lead to death - it would lead to complex, excruciating ways towards death. She wondered then what he meant when he spoke to her about seeing âThe Petâ.
She contorted herself a bit to try and face Kaon, as well as she could in her position. â Who is âThe Petâ?â She tried to keep her voice level, without imperial inflection. She was more genuinely curious than concerned at this moment.
Though he had initially thought that Electrum was completely unconscious, her shriek and whimpers of being ill said otherwise. Kaon wasnât too concerned, however. He had the femme securely on his shoulder, and if she really tried to struggle or fight back, wellâŚshe was right beside one of his shoulder coils.
The question of who The Pet was, however, brought a morbid grin to the blind mechâs features. For a brief moment, he almost answered. But then Kaon thought better of doing so. Why should he spoil was was undoubtedly going to be a delightful surprise?
Well, delightful for him. A surprise for the interloper that he had captured.
âThe Pet?â Kaon finally repeated, feigning surprise. He chuckled dourly and gave a quick shrug, not seeming to be affected by the extra weight on his shoulder. âWhyâŚThe Pet is my loyal, adorable sparkeater turbofox. Iâm sure he would love to meet you.â
Turning a corner, Kaon arrived to an old torture room. Tarn had long since opted to stop using the room, stating that it was too âfilthyâ to serve any purpose on the ship save for storage. However, the masked mech had not had the old torture devices removed from the room. So, for now, it would suit Kaonâs needs quite nicely.
More or less dropping Electrum into the old, rusty torture chair, the one that Kaon himself had long since replaced, the electrocutioner then made sure that the femme was securely fastened into the chair. Once done, he grinned up at her and stood up.
âBut you might remember him by a different name. His old name,â Kaon replied.
With that, Kaon gave a quick, shrill whistle, which was soon followed by the sound of paws and claws scrabbling across metal as The Pet obeyed the summons.
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