Tenebous – Interrogation RoomTesarus took his usual place in the circle, glaring down at Spintrail, allowing his intent to wrap the traitor in a ever tightening blanket of despair. Fear was a terrible weakness, but a wonderful weapon.
And this traitor is about to understand the true meaning of that word, of the depth his betrayal has cost him.He ignored the music playing in the background, impatiently waiting for the real music to begin. Though he understood their need, he could live without Tarn’s theatrics. The real entertainment would come with the screams of a traitor.
His chest blades, that he’d managed to slow once they entered the interrogation room out of respect for
Tarn’s speech, started rotating slightly as his anticipation continued growing the end of
Tarn’s speech neared. Though
Tarn had a tendency to be longwinded, Tesarus had heard these speeches enough times to know their flow, and he relished the fact that
Helus hadn’t damaged Spintrail more than a few scrapes.
Tarn wrote:“Tesarus? I would hate for him to try and run. See that he can't."
Tesarus had been waiting for his name, and with a crooked smile that displayed the joy he felt at being first, his chest blades increased their speed until they were a blur. He chuckled as the traitor’s pleas started flowing, and watched the growth of the mech’s fears as Tesarus stepped forward and his shoulder mounted grappling claws extended and grasped Spintrail by his arms, pinning them to his sides before lifting him so their optics locked.
“Come, traitor, struggle all you want. It will only add to the weakness of your actions.”
Tesarus grabbed Spintrail’s legs, one in each hand, and squeezed, crushing the outer housing and causing oil to leak as he slowly, deliciously placed Spintrail’s feet into the open housing in his chest. Spintrail’s screams as the blades cut into his metallic skin, turning his legs into little more than twisted, energon coated stumps in seconds.
It took everything Tesarus had not to continue, but knowing his role and the punishment that would come if he disobeyed broke though his euphoria.
With a slow, regretful motion, his grappling claws pulled Spintrail out of his chest cavity, and dropped him back onto the floor.
Tesarus’ chest blades slowed, allowing the energon and oil to drip off of them to join the long rivulets running down the large mech’s front and back.
A pity it ends so soon. Such mettle is disappointing. Pulling his gaze from the writhing mech to look at
Tarn, Tesarus bowed his head. “As you wished.” He tried to keep his disappointment out of his voice as he stepped back into his previous position to watch the remainder of the traitor’s execution.