Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or Decepticons; they are owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire and Atrum Nex; if you want to use them just ask.
She walked down the long hall towards the throne room. She just finished the inspection of the cells and the slave pits. Nightfire never pitted the poor souls who became slaves or worse, prisoners of the true Decepticon Empire. Today was a good day for her. Types of day that she believed that nothing could get to her or make her feel down. As she walked, she saw Atrum Nex walking towards her. When she met up with him, Nightfire greeted him. "Good afternoon, Atrum." "Good afternoon my lady." Is all he said with a tone of seductiveness and a smile to mach as he lightly brushed the back of his gold hand upon her left cheek; before leaving her in the hall. Now she felt scared and ashamed; while all she could do was crawl up into a ball and cry.