Brooklyn opened his eyes after a fitful sleep, his stomach still feeling tender and hungry. He gave a small sigh as he still saw himself in this horrible cell.
He sniffled again, wondering if his family was even bothering trying to find him at all.
Don't be stupid, of course they are! They just need to figure out where you've been taken! He argued back with himself, pulling a little on his chains again, but they were still tough feeling.
They came back, opening the door, Thailog smiling at the work he did so far. Brooklyn looked pretty bad from their first interrogation, but his eyes still looked like they had fight left.
"Let me guess, you want to interrogate me again?" Brooklyn mumbled darkly. Thailog smiled.
"I say you were pretty accurate. I have other questions about your family I want to ask before other fun begins, take him," he ordered his men. The humans took Brooklyn out of his cell, then shoved him into a smaller room with nothing inside. Thailog stood at the entrance.
"You will remain in this room until you answer my next questions, Brooklyn, for my voice shall speak in here, along with something else special."
Brooklyn growled at him. "I won't be tortured like this, Thailog! For the last time, let me go home!" He screamed weakly. But the dark gargoyle simply waved at him, closing the door. The room had no windows and big lamps on the ceiling. It was rather dark at first.
Brooklyn looked around nervously before he heard Thailog's voice through a mic, ringing in his head.
"Okay Brooklyn, tell me about the rest of your precious family, your other brothers, and that pretty one, Angela, was that her name? The one you couldn't mate with?" Thailog's voice taunted. The red gargoyle trembled slightly from anger. Thailog pressed the buttons when he mentioned Angela, but all he did was growl.
"I'm still never gonna talk to you, this is the stupidest interrogation so far!" He snarled, wings spread open all the way.
"So it's still gonna be that way, isn't it?" Thailog said in an angry tone. Before Brooklyn could reply again, he flinched as the lamps turned on, glowing a dangerously bright red.
"What are you doing?" He asked, before slowly feeling the room warm up. Thailog laughed sinisterly.
"This room has heating lamps in here, designed to flood the place with unbearable heat. I am to see if these heating lamps can part your lips."
Panic flooded in Brooklyn who was already starting to find it hard to breath, running to the door and hitting it, trying to get out. Brooklyn was sure gargoyles could live in hot climates like when Goliath met those Mayan rainforest gargoyles, but a heated room like this was quite extreme and could be dangerous for his skin and wings.
He gave cries of defiance and desperation, pounding against the door with what he had, ignoring his still growing stomach pains and thirst for water. Tears leaked from his eyes, the heat getting worse.
"Think about it, Brooklyn, you could be saved from this if only you'd talk, tell me how your kin serve their purpose." Purred Thailog, while Brooklyn gritted his teeth, slowly losing his strength, the heat seeping through his skin, burning him, sinking to the floor, the terrible heat lamps causing his wings and skin to sting. This was too much, he wanted his family!
He shook, stomach turning over with nausea from the heat and hunger. Brooklyn held it, struggling to keep himself from throwing up and passing out. He lay against the wall, feeling lightheaded.
"Please, let...me...out…gonna...faint..." he whimpered. But all Thailog did was chuckle mercilessly.
"Just another few minutes in there, friend. What do your kin think of you as second in command? Do they respect you at all?" Thailog pressed. But it was hard for Brooklyn to say anything now, the heat getting to him, slumping to the floor, but he still wouldn't answer Thailog, shaking his head, black spots swimming in front of him.
"Then stay in the room for the rest of the day!" His enemy stormed from fury.
Brooklyn lay there limply, feeling weak and hot, his senses growing fainter, until he finally passed out.
Thailog shook his head in disappointment. Yet again, Brooklyn remained defiant in interrogation, even from facing extreme elements. This one seemed tougher than Thailog thought. He ordered his men to take Brooklyn out of the heat room and back to his cell, but leave him uncuffed, and tend to his burns.
But with one guard, he murmured to him to give Brooklyn one glass of water a day with a special something inside it after one week since Brooklyn probably wouldn't survive anymore weeks without being hydrated, and he needed his toy to play with and not broken, yet. But Brooklyn still wouldn't be fed. Then Thailog continued to think.
So he is still defiant. But something else could definitely change him. Perhaps, I can test him with his leading and trusting abilities this time around. Give him so many he begs for release and wishes for me to take his place. It shall begin in a week or so once my little guest looks ready.
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Brooklyn came to, feeling so woozy and warm. He moaned softly, a hand on his head, seeing he was back in his room, which confused him, because didn't Thailog say he was to stay in the heating room? Perhaps this was another way to mess with him.
Guess they decided not to cuff me, he thought, noticing now his hands were free. He was somewhat grateful for it, sitting up against the wall and hugging himself, shaking from that horrible experience.
Thailog then came to visit. Brooklyn flinched from his presence, pressing up against his corner. Thailog knelt down, smiling.
"I can see my doctor healed the worst of your burns, good. Decided you need some time in here until I have some new stuff, tests you can call them, ready, since I am unable to get you to talk about why my Father picked you to be the next leader, for I don't want you to die under interrogation."
Brooklyn shielded himself with his wings. These tests didn't sound good. "I won't do your stupid tests," he said hoarsely but defiantly. Thailog glared, pulling out the remote and holding it close to his prisoner.
"You want me to cuff you and hurt you again?" He threatened, eyes flashing red, making Brooklyn shake all over.
"N-no, I-I don't," he replied, jaw clenched as Thailog stroked his hair and down his back with his cold fingers almost lovingly but cruelly, still not enjoying this monster gargoyle playing with him like this, especially when he touched him.
"Good, then continue to respect my orders. Try to enjoy your time alone while it lasts, I assure you, my little tests won't be so pleasant for you," he purred, doing one last stroke of Brooklyn's hair and cheek. He got up, leaving Brooklyn alone.
Brooklyn hid his face in his arms and knees, his heart bursting with sobs and humiliation, hating himself for falling victim to this Clone demon's threats against his spirit and dignity. How much more can he stand?
He felt scared right now, closing his eyes, trying to take calm breaths. Thailog had attempted to overheat him to death, and didn't want to think about what else that maniac wanted to do to 'test' him. His stomach felt queasy again, almost making him throw up, which he ended up doing in the toilet that was the only thing with him in the cell, coughing up mucus and other foul stuff gathered in his stomach.
After he was done, Brooklyn attempted to sleep, while Thailog grinned darkly in his chair, knowing that now that the young one was beginning to be more afraid of him, he was one step closer.
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On the third day of his isolation week , he opened his eyes, and to Brooklyn's surprise, there was a small glass of water next to him.
Huh? Is this a dream? He thought, gingerly picking up the glass, staring at it. Who brought him this?
Brooklyn sniffed the water carefully, for Thailog was tricky, and he didn't want to drink anything poisonous or drugged.
But there seemed to be nothing wrong, so he took some grateful drinks, wincing as the liquid struck his parched and burned throat. He even held the glass on his forehead to cool himself off.
Brooklyn decided to sleep again since there was nothing else for him to do anyway, setting down his empty glass after he drained it clean, falling asleep and wondering when the next time Thailog would want to torment/test him will be.