@askbailout
“my original family kidnapped me from my adoptive sire so they could make some quick shanix by selling my body out to wealthy mechs and femmes who wanna be shown a good time…… Also i’m one of Runner’s conjunx endura, and i heard him talk about you. He says a lot of good things about you, y'know” she smiled sweetly up at him. “and also i wanna take this stupid collar off, but i can’t lift my servos from the floor, they’re shackled to it so i stay in this submissive and rather degrading position, my back is killing me, and judging by the mechs that are looking my way, my back won’t be the only thing killing me” she blanched, shivering as some very large decepticon mechs walked past, letting their optics linger a bit too long for her liking. “please get me outta here, Deadlock. I promise i’ll be a good kitty, i’ll do whatever ya want, just please help me before one of the other mechs gets me and splits me in half” she quivered, audials laid back and tail tucked between her legs
“You’ve got quite the sob story,” Deadlock mused, digits tapping along one of the metal bars, “not that I care.”
The Decepticon’s helm hung low for a moment, another sigh passing his lips, “Runner would probably hate me if I left ya here, though.” His servo tightened around the metal bar, creating indents in the shape of his fingers as he held an internal debate in his helm while simultaneously scolding himself for even having to think about it, but he was a Decepticon, and they were not exactly known for their generosity.
Frag it. Turmoil was probably going to kill him before his non-existent morals could anyway.
Deadlock looked around again, glaring at pretty much anyone and everyone he saw, before bending the bar, completely ripping it free. His gaze fell back onto the femme, red optics bright, and possibly showing his annoyance as his free servo latching onto the metal bars as well. He ripped the entire section of bars free with little effort, pulling the entire ‘door’ to this little cage off before he simply tossed it behind him, let the now damaged metal hit the ground with a solid thud. His servos practically shredded the shackles around her wrists, tossing them aside just like the metal ‘door’.
The Decepticon grabbed her next, servo tightly gripping her shoulder, quite literally dragging her out of the small cage as he rose on his pede. Deadlock glanced around yet again, servo still on the femme as he continued to be just as agitated as ever, words coming out a little harsher than intended, “Better?”
