Here's a new chapter. And RIP Edward Asner... Voice of Hudson...

The cell door clanged open after three days since his simulation pain test. Brooklyn wearily opened his eyes, seeing Watson yet again. But he came in with something different besides the remote to the shackle; a glass of water.

He pulled himself away again, heaving softly, still barely recovered from before, and it had only been three days. Watson set the glass down, but Brooklyn wouldn't touch it, despite his mouth being quite dry, and his stomach craved the water more than food right now.

"Here's a little water… I don't want to lose my young prize experiment gargoyle to dehydration…" he said in a sick, smooth voice. Brook growled hoarsley, eyes glowing.

"I won't drink it." he grumbled, still remembering how Thailog had given him water just like this, getting him all drugged up and hallucinating. He wouldn't let it happen to him again! The shackle squeezed him from this, making him shudder, kneeling over. Watson had a dangerous gleam in his face, getting close to his experiment guest.

"You will, and you will be grateful. If you're still stubborn, then this will keep happening!" Watson said forcefully, pressing the other button, the spikes coming out again, going through his flesh, and he gritted his teeth from the pain. This reminded Brooklyn all too well about how Thailog had threatened him that year ago.

"A-ah! P-please!" he sobbed, more tears coming from the punishment from this evil doctor, who was enjoying this still.

"Then drink your water, and follow our instructions!" he snarled. Brook whimpered again, clutching his tummy around the shackle, as those spikes poked further inward. It hurt so much, it made him nod in the end. Watson himself nodded in approval.

"I can see you're learning, Beast. Very good, but you aren't quite ready for his mark. You still have a long time yet, Devil…" he laughed sinisterly, leaving Brooklyn be with his water after having the spikes retreat from his stomach and the shackle to stop squeezing.

Brooklyn whimpered some more, shaking, as he then eventually took the glass that felt cold in his hands, shakily taking a small sip. It felt cool and nice down his throat. The water felt good, but Brooklyn didn't like what Watson was doing to him to get it. He hated it, cold sorrow and anger making the red one shake with shame for what he might end up being reduced to, again.

….

And with that, Brooklyn remained for a few more days trapped in his cell, shivering from occasional shackle squeezes and spike pokes, reluctantly drinking water from his enemies. So far, nothing bad or anything happened to him, making the red one sigh a bit, knowing now that the water was undrugged.

Now that he was past the pain of the simulation test, his stomach demanded even more for food, getting worse each passing day. Brooklyn had tears show, lip trembling, as he leaned against the wall, wondering when his next meal would be. Or if all these pain tests he would have to endure will have his stomach forget what it is like to be hungry! It scared him to think about that, shaking even more from both fear and starvation.

This is probably a starvation test they're throwing at me… but what's gonna happen? When are they going to want to see me? Brook thought nervously, watching his cell door with anxiety. All that had happened so far was the men bringing him water, and that was it. Possibly, they wanted to build up his stress and anxiety levels to the point where it really hurt his head and brain.

Watson had come in, smiling at one point. "Hungry?" he asked, placing down Brooklyn's water. Brooklyn wouldn't answer him, just trying to ignore his stomach growling. Watson pushed the button, making the shackle squeeze from it, and it made him gasp out, lying on the floor weakly.

"I'm sorry, but you still won't have any food yet. This is my next test for you: To see how long gargoyles can go without eating. But please, let me know how hungry you are right now… I would love to know…"

Brooklyn kept a hand on his belly. He shook his head again. "Ggh… n- not telling… y- you…" he huffed, not wanting to look at the scientist, who frowned in disappointment.

"Then I guess a bit longer without food will change your mind. I'll see you later when you're ready, Monster, ha!" taunted Watson, leaving Brooklyn in his cold cell again.

…

He lay against the wall of his room, moaning gently from starvation pangs. He couldn't handle this starving situation anymore; he had to get something at some point!

Ohh… when will this t-test end…? Brooklyn thought in misery, feeling quite lightheaded and sick all over, holding his stomach with his cuffed hands the best he could muster, everything swirling in front of him. It was worse with that darned shackle pressing on him each time he was hungry. His form started to slowly grow skinny again, too.

At last, the door opened; revealing those thugs, with mocking looks on their faces. One spoke.

"Looks hungry and ready to me!" he announced, the two getting close. Brooklyn felt weak, but tried to fight.

"D- don't t-touch…!" he panted, as the guards grabbed him roughly again, causing Brook to squirm weakly in their grasp, taking him away. He really hoped he wasn't going to get more stomach torture.

He was taken to a different room where he was once again, forced to his knees, then his arms were put behind his back and the cuffs joined again. A new chain was then tied to his shackle. Brooklyn could only look up at his captors in anger and fear. His breathing was fast.

Watson came into the room after Brooklyn was secured. He didn't want to see that remote on him. "I see he's secure. Leave him be, Gentlemen." Watson ordered.

"What… what are you going to do now?" Brooklyn demanded fearfully.

"Oh, nothing as of yet. Enjoy!" Watson left laughing. The men followed.

Brooklyn had no idea what they were up to, but he didn't like it at all. It meant that they would do something soon obviously. With his arms bound behind his back, he would be more helpless to stop them doing whatever they would plan to do, but he still had his legs and tail free.

Then, Brooklyn grimaced as he felt his stomach growl again. The shackle squeezed it. He winced. He really needed something to eat. With little else to do, using his legs, he pushed himself to the wall. But why bind his arms behind him like this?

For the rest of the day, Brooklyn couldn't do much but try to think of his family, watch for his captors to do something horrible to him again, and keep having to feel his poor belly asking desperately for food. He didn't get any water either. He was so thirsty by sunset.

Brooklyn had to keep on trying to circulate saliva in his mouth the thirstier he got, but the hunger pangs were getting to be stronger. How long had he gone without eating? It had been over a week. His stomach growled again, wincing as the shackle squeezed again. But his belly hurt too from the deep pang inside him. It felt like his organs were trying to eat themselves.

He tried struggling to get his arms free from the cuffs, but it was no use. The next growl and squeeze got him moving around more just trying to get the cuffs off more. He growled and grunted from the discomfort he was in. "AH! LET ME GO!" Brooklyn yelled angrily.

…

The humans were so enjoying him struggling.

"So when is he getting fed, Boss?" One asked.

"I'm just waiting for the right time. Tomorrow, we do something different." Watson smirked. "It might give me the answer all the faster."

…

Brooklyn had tried getting loose quite a bit of the night and by morning, he was exhausted. His energy stores were so low because he didn't have any food in his system. He had finally fell on his left side and fell asleep.

The door to the room unlocked and it awoke the gargoyle, still tired from his struggles. What do they want now? He asked himself. His mouth was dry and his stomach in pain from hunger pangs. His vision cleared enough to where he saw that one person had something of a belt in their hands. He hoped he wasn't going to be hurt with it.

"Okay, let's get this on him." One of the men said.

Brooklyn's senses were waking up when he saw they were coming toward him. One sat down near him, staying clear of his legs, he began to push the shackle downward a little. Brook instantly struggled. "Stop! Leave me alone!" he cried out in distress. The red gargoyle wanted these men to stop touching him.

"Oh, shut up!" The man growled. "Bring it here." The other man then brought something else over.

The one on the ground then picked Brooklyn up, making him sit up with the still moving gargoyle. The one standing then lowered himself and he and his comrade then brought the belt device lower and Brooklyn saw that it was then hooked around his belly as well. "Oh, I don't want this on me!"

"Not to fear… this one is relatively harmless compared to the one that squeezes or pokes you. But it does do something for us." One of the men said. Something was slipped under the belt, then after that, they left him alone.

Brooklyn was left mystified at what they had put on him. This belt was much more elastic, but he was more curious about what that device was under the belt. The shackle turned even tighter on his lower stomach as it had been slid down.

…

In the control room, Watson was pleased that the men had gotten it on the gargoyle. Having his hands bound helped a lot better.

It wasn't long before there was a beep on the monitor. Watson smiled evilly. His prisoner was beyond big time famished. That's what he was wanting to know. He wanted Brooklyn to suffer a little longer though.

…

Brooklyn had no idea how much longer he was going to live and suffer from this intense starvation. He wanted to go home. He was moving about a lot for the next two days. He kept eyeing whatever this other thing was on his stomach.

It hadn't done anything that he knew of. He had felt his belly growling a lot, but nothing else. It had been monitoring his hunger levels to the doctor elsewhere though. But his shackle still squeezed him a lot too.

There was another day without food and water again. Without water, he would die for sure. But it didn't mean that he wanted to be forced to do the swimming test again.

Then, after another day and night passed, Brooklyn had finally collapsed onto his side and knew he wouldn't be long for this world if he didn't get something into his body soon. Water still being more important than food. He was also losing weight that didn't need to be lost.

Where was his clan? Get me out of here, please, guys! They are deliberately starving me to death this time! Brooklyn started crying again. He couldn't even use his hands to rub his hungry belly to soothe it.

Then, the door unlocked. The humans came in and saw the tears on Brook's face.

"Suppose you're ready to get out of those?" Watson sneered.

Brooklyn glared at the doctor.

"Take the monitor off first, and then off to the next test." Watson ordered. The two men with him went over and one pushed Brooklyn up while the other unhooked the monitor on his belly, taking it off. His shackle was left on, but was pulled back up again, making Brooklyn squirm. Watson wanted it in the tightest possible place right now.

The men then unhooked Brooklyn from the chain on the wall and pulled him to his feet. He grunted from them pulling on his arms. They were still bound behind him. Were they taking him to his old room now, or were they taking him to a new test? He didn't have much fight in him at this point.

Brooklyn just tried to keep pace with the men as they pulled him along. But he found out that they weren't taking him back to his other room. When he saw the surgical room, that got him some energy back. He tried to struggle to be taken to the table. His breathing sped up.

"No, oh please, NO!" he cried out. He tried getting away, but he was pulled to the table, where his wrists were unbound and holding him tight, Watson pressed on the shackle, making it squeeze his belly hard. Brooklyn winced in pain.

Brooklyn was put onto the table onto his back again. He tried hard to breathe as his arms were guided over his head and put into the cuff area, tying them down. The same went for his ankles next.

"What… what are you... going to do?" Brook asked fearfully. He felt nausea from the shackle squeezing so hard this time.

"You being in the other room was another part of your hunger test, including having the monitor tied to your stomach to tell me how hungry you really were." Watson sneered at him. Brooklyn just glared at him. "And now, some real fun is to be had with you!" Watson smiled evilly. "Bring it over!"

Brooklyn glanced to his right and his eyes widened when he saw Carlos with what he dreaded also in his hands. It made him struggle.

"You won't get loose, Devil. With not having food in so long, you can't have much energy left in you," Carlos sneered. Charlie also appeared, but did nothing at this point.

"Please… let me go." Brooklyn pleaded. His chest was heaving from being scared. He also had a chill going through his belly at what they were possibly going to do to him.

"Not going to happen, Devil, anytime soon." Charlie spat out.

"Give me the tube, Carlos," Watson ordered. Carlos gave him one end of the tube in his hands. He began walking toward the bound gargoyle.

Brooklyn's eyes widened in fear as the doctor was approaching him. His breathing really sped up. "No! Don't do this!" he pleaded desperately.

"Oh, but I think you'll enjoy this." Watson sneered. He got close and grabbed Brooklyn's beak. "Open your mouth!"

Brook shook his head, trying to get his hands off his beak. He moaned in response, just being scared. Charlie came over to help and he pushed on Brooklyn's stomach, hard. It got him to grunt in response, but it made him open his mouth. Watson hurriedly put the tube into his mouth and was going to put it down his throat.

Brooklyn tried his best to dislodge the tube before it got to the back of his throat, but Watson made sure he found it and he pushed it down. "Hold still or you're going to get a powerful blow to your body!" Charles warned him. He stopped moving and Watson was able to continue.

He coughed as the tube was pushed down into his throat and it was pushed down all the way to its destination. "Okay, put in just a little water, Carlos." Watson ordered. Carlos did as he was told.

Brooklyn groaned as he was so miserable. Then, he felt something cold hit his guts. The tube had been put in the right way. "I don't see any trouble breathing, so it looks like I hit my target." Watson declared proudly. "Now, open that can and give it to him."

So that's what they were doing: feeding him. At this point, he would have almost gladly eaten voluntarily without them having to do this.

A can was opened up and it was put down through the tube and Brooklyn could feel the cold food enter his empty stomach. It sent a chill down his spine. At least he was getting some food. But he also felt a rise of nausea too. It felt like a kick in the guts. Brooklyn closed his eyes. Now all he needed was a glass of water and his needs would be complete.

Watson gave a hand signal to Carlos and there was the sound of another can being opened. Brook opened his eyes. What now? The second can was also put into the tube. More food was put into his stomach.

Well, that would be enough food to satisfy Brooklyn for a while. But then, he heard two more cans were being opened up. He raised his head to see what they were doing. Watson was now taking a third can to put it down the tube too.

After going without food for so long, Brooklyn felt he couldn't handle anymore. He shook his head in response. "No… had… enough..." he moaned.

"I don't think you have." Watson retorted. He proceeded to add that can, then Carlos added the fourth can of food. Nausea rose in Brooklyn's now full stomach. Charlie opened up a fifth can. It was added as well.

"Stop… please… It hurts!" Brooklyn begged for them to stop. He just wanted this pain to end.

"Good!" Charles snarled at him. He came over and put his hand directly onto Brook's belly. Brooklyn instantly felt the pressure on him and it hurt. Charles pressed a bit. It got the gargoyle to moan in pain.

"Stop, Charles. He's going to bring it back up again if you keep pressing on his stomach." Watson ordered. Charles stepped away.

Brooklyn could take a sigh of relief that he wasn't going to be forced to puke. The tube was then taken out of his stomach. He now had a painful stomach full of food. He felt like he was going to burst. He was still so thirsty though. His mouth was so dry.

"Take him back to his room." Watson demanded.

The two big guards then let him up and took his arms, taking him out of the room and back to his original cell. There, the chain was once again attached to his shackle. Watson made sure the shackle tightened a little bit on his belly.

Brooklyn grunted painfully in response. Once he was turned loose, he instantly went to the wall and curled up. His arms over his painful belly.

"You better keep that food down, Devil, or else," Watson warned him. "Or I can make sure that you lose all of it, and something worse can be done to you."

Brooklyn didn't want to be forced to throw up or be hurt more than he already was. He nodded. If he was put into heavy action right now, he more than likely could lose his food. It had been over a week since his last meal. He could feel it didn't seem to be poisoned, he was just beyond the breaking point after his stomach would have shrank from not eating for so long. His belly had a lot of painful digesting to do.

The men turned to leave him alone, but Carlos left a little gift for him; a bottle of water! He too then left the room, locking the door.

Brooklyn was so glad to finally be left alone. But for how long? His stomach hurt. He had to relax and rest. He had to really let this food digest inside him in so long. It would take a while for the nausea to subside. Then he eyed the water bottle. He couldn't deny it. He pulled himself over to the bottle and took the lid off of it, putting it to his mouth and downing some of it. The water tasted so good in his mouth and down his sore throat.

He really hoped his shackle wouldn't squeeze his belly anytime soon. He already had more than enough of an upset stomach. At least his hunger was gone for the time being.

It would take most of the rest of the day to digest all this food. Brooklyn laid down to try to relax and sleep it off, with a hand over his belly.

By nightfall, Brooklyn could feel the stirring of some hunger reemerging, but it would be unlikely that he would be fed again so soon. But the question would be when he would be fed again. He had saved the bottle of water and rationed it throughout the day. He was ready for more. Brooklyn just hoped his clan was doing everything they could to find him and soon. He missed them terribly. He shouldn't have to live like this: always in fear of something terrible about to happen to him.