Brooklyn was doing his best to rest after that terrible water test and shackle punishment, wishing his hands were uncuffed like last time. He was somewhat grateful though that they weren't held up anymore.

W- will they forget about me all over again? No… I- I can't keep having these thoughts. They still love me, I know they do! Brook thought quietly, imagining each face of his clan and family, feeling small pangs of homesickness.

Watson showed again at the door a short time later, much to Brooklyn's discouragement, a small frown on his beak at seeing that horrid remote. Watson smiled sickly, pushing the button, and he grunted from the shackle pressing down, hard. He cried out and clutched his stomach. He wished for Watson to stop, this was too much!

The human came closer after letting go of the button, cackling evilly so that it sent shivers up Brooklyn's spine. The gargoyle glowered right back at him, a hand still on his belly.

"I'm sure you've been enjoying some 'peaceful' relaxation, but it is time for another test with me, Freak," Watson announced. Brook pulled away.

"Get away! I won't do this anymore! One is enough!" hissed Brooklyn, following with the spikes poking him in response, and he yelped in agony.

Watson growled. "I've warned you…" he threatened, snapping his fingers. The two guards came, unhooking Brooklyn's chain and pulling him up. Brook struggled yet again, eyes glowing dangerously, trying to get loose to hurt Watson back for this. It hadn't been too long ago when he'd had the swimming test. This was too soon for another test.

The guards dragged Brooklyn along with Watson next to him into that examination room, where a familiar looking simulator lay in wait. Brooklyn gulped, shaking, trying to dig his talons into the floor to keep himself back, but it was no use.

"I will make sure you earn Thailog's mark, Devil. This is one of those tests to ensure that," Watson taunted him. Sweat came down Brook's face, shaking from this promise from Watson. He didn't want to wear Thailog's mark at all!

"Ah! No! Let me go! Stop!" He shouted, the guards placing him forcefully on the table, the cuffs automatically keeping a tight hold on his hands and feet again. Small tears fell down Brook's face, as the doctor readied the simulation, pulling out the pads to put on Brooklyn.

"Take his shackle off first," Watson ordered now that Brooklyn was tied down. The man nodded and Watson pressed the button and the shackle came undone. The man took it off of him. Beneath where the shackle had been were some wound holes from the spikes. It was all dried blood around them now.

Brooklyn let out a big sigh of air. It felt good to have it off, but it was short-lived. He eyed Watson, who had the pads in his hands. He still remembered those little pads too. "Don't do this, please!" he begged desperately. His breathing was fast.

Watson smiled smugly. He didn't say anything as he came forward with the pads and he began to put his hands on Brooklyn's belly. The pads were on the table first, and the doctor took a wet towel and he also began cleaning off Brook's belly first, then dried the skin, then Watson felt for the muscles in the gargoyle's belly, and he put a pad on each muscle as he felt it.

Brooklyn winced as the evil doctor was pressing on his belly each time before he put a pad onto his skin. His belly stung in some places from the wounds. The pads were put all over the front of his belly and on his sides. That really made Brooklyn squirm. "Get these things off of me!" he yelled, eyes still round and scared of what would come.

"This is going to be so great." Watson sneered.

The other man came forward and began to put the wires into the pads. After they were all attached, they were all hooked up to a machine. There was a controller for that too. The man then handed it to Watson. "Thank you. Now for the fun to begin." he gleamed.

Brooklyn only glared up at him angrily.

"Your test starts now!" Watson decreed. He now had the controller in his hand. His prisoner wasn't thrilled at all for this.

Brooklyn saw the human press a button on the remote and he began to feel a little tingling in his belly muscles. He clenched his stomach. He was able to just breathe through that one.

Watson had plans to make his pain linger for a while. He moved the levels up one a time to see how much the gargoyle could stand, watching his reactions. He had to have been feeling it.

Brooklyn felt some spasms through his belly as each level was reached. He was able to breathe through the first levels without too much pain, but when it began to go above level 4, he began to feel it much more. He winced. He bared his teeth and closed his eyes tight, trying to breathe.

Each time the pad made his muscles squeeze him, it was harder for Brooklyn to take a breath. When it was released, he was left gasping for air. He hated this.

Time seemed to pass all too slowly as the levels kept going up. Soon it was up to level 7.

Brooklyn was breathing hard in between spasms. His eyes were wide with fear as he feared the next level. "Oh, please, I-I can't handle- any-more..." he gasped out. His breathing was fast and his heart was pounding. He had sweat pouring off his face and tears in his eyes.

"Nonsense. You gargoyles can take just about anything and keep going." Watson declared.

That was true in some aspects, but Brooklyn couldn't take much more of this pain. "Oh!" he yelped out as another level was raised. His talons were gripping the table's edge, hard, as he winced from the pain. His tried raising his legs in response as well, but couldn't raise them very much. His stomach clenched and he bent his head into his chest. He was puffing out air through his mouth just trying to breathe.

The reaction that Watson was seeing was very pleasing to him. Even though Brooklyn was tied down, he was having the same kind of reaction nearly how a woman in labor would have been reacting.

The pain seemed like it would never end. It finally stopped after what seemed like forever, but it had only be two minutes. By now, Brooklyn's stomach muscles were sore and he was exhausted. He panted through his mouth, his chest heaving. "Oh, please… stop... doing… this..." he pleaded weakly.

"Actually, I think we'll make this a little more interesting." Watson exclaimed.

Brook's eyes widened. It was never a good thing when a villain said something like that.

"Bring it back over." Watson ordered. Brooklyn raised his head and saw the same man who had taken his shackle off before bring it over to the table. "No, please." Brooklyn begged weakly, staring at his shackle in terror as the man displayed it before him.

"Oh, yes! Get it back on him!"

The man put the shackle down to Brooklyn's belly. He began to wrestle it under his back. Watson pressed the remote and it began to go inward with the command. The shackle began to press down on Brooklyn's belly again, making him wince as it pressed on him. It was tight once again. It wasn't over any of the pads, but it would add to the discomfort.

"Now, let's try this some more." Watson declared evilly.

"Don't..." Brooklyn got out before he felt the spasms again squeezing his muscles and the shackle even started pressing on his stomach too. "AHHH!" He screamed in absolute pain. "STOP!" He thrashed desperately in his cuffs, trying to get loose. The pain he was feeling in his belly was wrecking havoc on some of his other body parts too; he felt it in his head and in his legs. He was tucking his head into his chest with his teeth bared and eyes closed. He held his breath for the moment.

Watson and the men were enjoying watching Brooklyn struggle in his pain and misery. But he let the shackle and spasm stop after a few minutes that felt like hours to the red gargoyle. He finally let loose a big gasp of air into his lungs.

Tears were leaking out of Brooklyn's eyes. He was extremely nauseated and hot. He had sweat all over his body by now. If he had eaten something earlier, he would swear that he was going to puke. His stomach twisted.

"Just… what… are… you trying… to prove…?" Brooklyn gasped out.

"To see how well you can take the strongest kind of pain and resist. To think that women go through this kind of pain every time they have a child." Watson explained in glee.

Brooklyn looked at him through wide eyes, still full of fear for more of this pain. He knew that labor was painful for females. Sure, he would never feel that pain even if he became a father someday, but he knew he would have respect for a mate that would deliver his children knowing what they would somewhat be going through. He didn't forget negative experiences. Other than getting punched or kicked in the stomach in battles, the last biggest pain he felt was from his ruptured appendix. But for all the pain these humans were causing him now, they might as well be wanting him to rupture another internal organ!

Watson was about to press the buttons again when Brooklyn cried out desperately, "Don't, please! My stomach can't take anymore!"

"Let's test that, shall we?" Watson smirked. He pressed the buttons.

Brooklyn curled into himself again as much as he could as he felt the tightening starting again. This time, he was trying hard to get air into his lungs. His stomach was screaming at him for it to stop.

"How's that feel, Devil?" Charlie came up to the table, looking sadistic, eyes crazed with evil glee.

"It… HURTS!" Brooklyn gasped out. "Stop..."

Carlos also came in, enjoying the scene. "You deserve every moment of this, Monster." he exclaimed with an evil smirk.

Brooklyn felt like he was on the verge of unconsciousness soon if it didn't stop. After another minute, the squeezing stopped. Brook let his body relax immediately, breathing hard. His eyes glowed from the pain he was in.

"The last level is approaching. We'll see just how fun that will be." Watson said happily.

"No… oh… please… no..." Brooklyn was literally crying now. His eyes were so sad. His ears were flattened too.

The men were having so much pleasure from torturing this red creature. They loved hearing him beg and cry for mercy, and struggling to get loose when he was tied down.

Brooklyn barely had time to catch his breath this time as Watson pressed the buttons again. He cried out again. It went on a few more times, red and black sometimes clouding his vision. He tried to think about breathing as if he were a mother in labor that he had seen on TV on this last time.

His head was beginning to feel so dizzy and his vision was cloudy. He was trying so hard to resist the pain, but then, he felt something else: something sharp poking his skin and blood running down his sides again. The spikes! They were poking him again, but going deeper into his skin this time!

Brooklyn tried harder to resist the pain. He whimpered and groaned. He was trying to free his limbs as well. He had shifted to his left, clenching his stomach in pain. His talons were now digging into his palms, starting to make wounds there too. Under his closed eyelids, his eyes would be glowing from the amount of pain he was in. Pain just was everywhere in his body by now.

When the squeezing stopped, Brooklyn was so out of breath, he didn't know how much more he could take. He was taking big, fast breaths, his head felt dizzy and his stomach was so beyond painful. His was so on the verge of passing out. His heart pounded super hard in his chest.

"Remember this lesson, Freak," Carlos sneered. "We could always have this done again."

"Noooo…" Brooklyn choked out weakly.

"Well, you got through the test. It's over, for now." Watson declared sinisterly. "There is still plenty more to come later."

Brooklyn moaned. Please get me out of here, guys. They really are going to kill me if you don't come soon. He prayed in his mind.

Watson came over to the table and he took the pads off Brooklyn's stomach. Brook could feel the stickers coming off his skin. He let out some whimpers. The shackle stayed in its place. The spikes were still out a bit. They were digging into Brooklyn's soft flesh. He was still breathing hard.

Brooklyn had been tortured to the edge of unconsciousness, again. He really didn't know how much more he could take. He was so sore he couldn't move now. It was even hurting him to take a breath. His stomach muscles burned immensely. He felt like his insides had been turned inside out and back again.

The doctor knew the spikes were still out. He put a hand on the shackle. "Agh!" He heard Brooklyn let out a yelp. He was satisfied with his answer. He pushed the button on the remote. The spikes began to retract.

"No, please..." Brooklyn moaned.

Watson looked down at him and smiled, "Oh, you want the spikes to keep poking you?"

Brooklyn shook his head sadly. Tears were falling from his eyes fast. He sniffled.

Watson pressed it again and the spikes went back into the shackle. The shackle itself was still pressed enough into Brook's skin. "Take him back to his room." he ordered.

The two big men unhooked the gargoyle from the table, seeing blood on it from the wounds. Brooklyn was too weak and winded to fight them as they pulled him along back to his cell. It was hard for him to just keep his feet walking and he ended up being dragged most of the way.

Once back in his cell, he was dumped onto his knees, making him cry out again. One of the men held his arms while the other went to grab the chain and hook it to the shackle. Then, the one holding his arms shoved Brooklyn roughly to the floor, getting a painful grunt from him. The men then left him alone.

Brooklyn couldn't help but just lay on the floor helplessly for several minutes, sobbing. All his energy was gone at the moment. He felt he could barely move. Now that he was free from the table, he moved his right hand to his poor, aching belly. It was the worst stomachache he had ever had, aside from his appendicitis.

After catching his breath again after several minutes, Brooklyn pulled himself to the wall. He felt so sick he could puke, but he had nothing in his stomach. He had been getting hungry prior to this test, but now, all hunger was gone for sure. Food was the last thing he wanted right now. He just wanted to go home. As sore as he was at the moment, he would have to be carried home if his clan found him now.

Brooklyn desperately yearned for stone sleep to heal his sore muscles, but it wouldn't happen as long as he was here. All he could do was just lay there and try to rest. His heartbeat was also calming down and his eyes faded back to normal as the adrenaline settled down a little more. He rubbed his belly to try to soothe the muscles around the shackle.

That test had seemed a lot longer than the swimming test had. He hoped he wouldn't have to face the simulator again, ever. But he knew these men were capable of doing much worse as well. If he could just get his full strength back and break free. He wanted these humans to feel his pain as they had given it to him, but he would be more desperate to break free.

…

Watson and his men were watching their prisoner guest from hidden cameras. They could see he was uncomfortable, rubbing his belly as he was. But after a while, Brooklyn yawned. Then he licked his lips, evidence of being thirsty.

"Tomorrow, we start giving him water. We don't want our 'guest' to die of dehydration." Watson told the others.

"But, do we want to drug it, or not?" Carlos asked.

"Not just yet. Let him recover a little first. Then the drugging will start." Watson replied.

"What about feeding him?" One of the guards asked.

"No. Not for awhile. I want him desperate for food first. Of course, after what we did to him just now, he won't want to eat anything."

The men laughed at that. They were happy to cause Brooklyn pain in any way they wanted. For now, he could rest.

…

The pain in his belly was still very noticeable. Brooklyn just laid down gently and tried to get comfortable as best he could. He was on the verge of falling asleep. It was the best thing for him right now. He winced as his wounds throbbed under the shackle. He kept a hand over his stomach. Any sudden movement hurt him to do.

It took awhile to get comfortable enough, but Brooklyn finally managed to fall asleep, to go to a place beyond his physical pain.