The first one was painful; the second was excruciating. Rodimus hissed air through his intakes and straightened away from the wall as Starscream's weight left his back, though every movement shot electric daggers down his spinal support. "Is that it?" he ground out, turning his face to the wall to hide his grimace.
He could hear Starscream's smirk even with his back turned. "Do you really think I'm done with you, Prime?"
Rodimus didn't bother to formulate a reply, just braced himself as Starscream gave a vicious yank on the chain leading from the wingclamps on either tip of his spoiler. Millions of sensors screamed; Rodimus would only concede a strangled whimper as he reeled back and fell heavily on one knee.
The tension in the chain didn't ease; neither did Rodimus's agony, to the point where he welcomed Starscream's hand on his helm as something else to focus on. "You may beg any time you like," the Seeker told him gently.
"You'll get no such pleasure from-!" Rodimus's words were cut off with a voiced gasp as Starscream yanked the chain again.