Kiss Away A Warlord's Hate

It had been a few months since I'd been taken into the Nemesis. 

I was a victim of kidnapping from robotic aliens from a distant planet called Cybertron, light years away, which had died due to it being ravaged by civil war. The ones who instigated it, the Decepticons, followed the leadership of one who took the step to rebel against a corrupt government, only to attempt to replace it with his own. His name was Megatron. 

He was originally a gladiator of Kaon, a city of slavery and blood sport, and from the evil he'd seen he challenged it by becoming a beloved politician, standing up for the rights of others by encouraging a violent uprising. A robot Karl Marx. Unfortunately, it didn't go that way, leaving him bitter, and he attempted to dominate his planet by force, but failed. He followed his enemies to our planet, Earth,  and is now attempting to eradicate the human race and his enemies. 

I was kidnapped when they were in the middle of a battle right outside the forest of my home, and I got caught in the crossfire. The evil one, Megatron, with evil bloodred eyes looked at me and saw an escape. Grabbing me in one hand, he began to warm up the gun on his right, and escaped, his rival unwilling to attack or follow due to me being hostage and him not wanting me to come to harm.

Since then, it's been six months. I've been living here as a hostage, with no rights of my own, and am constantly being supervised or guarded, and a guard stationed outside my bathroom. I was even locked in a cage for the first two months, but thankfully, they gave me bedding to make it comfortable. 

I'd been well behaved enough for the first 2 months that they gave me a room, and trustworthy enough to be left to my own devices within supervision. Usually, this was within the medic's supervision, Knockout, and sometimes within Soundwave's, the communications officer. During my time here, I cannot say that it was pleasant, but I did manage to make friends with both my supervisors, one more so that the other. 

That brought us to the current situation. Knockout was my usual caretaker, and one of my fast friends I made over the Nemesis after helping him with buffing and thanking him when he got me sustenance like food and water. Knockout and I were playing "Truth or Dare", a game which he learned about from a street race among the high-schoolers at the races. The mech insisted on playing a game with me, and since I had nothing to do and nothing to lose, I agreed, not like I could afford to disagree. 

Knowing Knockout was devious, I prepared to refuse any dare which would endanger me, and had collateral just in case (his finish). He and I had gone back and forth, with silly little dares and nothing serious, and I believed it would just be a nice little game. 

"Ok, Truth or Dare, Sofia?" 

"Hmmm....", not wanting to back down from a challenge, I quickly said: "Dare". 

"Hmm...ok then," he drawled, thinking with a devious smirk on his face, digits tapping against his chin. 

I waited for a silly, harmless little challenge, like imitating Starscream or singing something ridiculous in a helium-like voice. 

"....Sofia, I dare you to kiss Megatron" Knockout challenged, leaning in with a devilish smirk. 

....I waited for a death sentence?

"Knockout...ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I screeched at him, eyes wide with panic that was not sufficient enough to explain how cold and shaky my hands had gotten. 

Knockout chuckled evilly despite my panicked expression, coyly stating: "Hey, I dared you, now you have to", leaning back and awaiting for me to move and carry it out. 

Growling, I threatened: "I'll break your buffer if you continue to insist on this fragged up death sentence you sent me on!" I whisper-yelled, not wanting anyone to know my inner hysteria or what Knockout and I were speaking of.