The force feeding Brooklyn had received yesterday made him feel so nauseous. He held his stomach tenderly, constantly watching the door to his room that was Brooklyn's new home now, shaking at what sort of nightmare these evil humans could give him next.

Brooklyn rationed his water bottle as much as he could until the last, praying that he would at some point get more. He felt angry at himself for giving into this new life, dreaming for any chance to escape.

You gotta find me… please… Brooklyn kept thinking day after day, tears coming down his face as he sniffled quietly from being homesick. He had been held here for over a whole week now. The red gargoyle kept hoping that any second alarms would blare, and his cell door would be busted open, greeted by his wonderful family in a hug, telling him it will be okay and he was going home.

But these humans probably won't let you go home, even if your family do come… sneered Doubt in his head. Brooklyn gritted his teeth, hands clenched, wanting to block him out. He wouldn't listen this time!

….

The humans hadn't seen him for a few days, and his nerves continued to grow, scared of what sort of torture they would enlist upon him this time, quivering in fear and curling up.

Suddenly his cell clanged open, and Brook curled up tight around himself to shield his body, mostly his stomach, from them. Carlos was there with the two bigger humans.

"Come on, get up, Freak. Your test awaits you!" he announced as if Brooklyn would look forward to it. Brook hissed back, eyes ridden with sadness and hurt.

"No!" he rasped, holding his stomach. "Leave me alone!"

Carlos narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn't disobey a call to a test…" he snarled, pressing the button. Brook whimpered again as both the spikes and the shackle pressed on his tummy painfully.

He cowered and quivered, still not wanting to go. Carlos nodded to the right guard, who grabbed the back of Brooklyn's neck, holding him up. Carlos gave him a dangerous, threatening look.

"If you keep resisting, I wouldn't mind them force feeding you again. Or would you rather have them use the simulator?" he sneered. Brook's breathing was erratic and painful from the shackle squeezing him. He sobbed, shaking his head no for either of them. Why won't they stop hurting him? Why?

Carlos smirked, satisfied. "Then come…" he said, as the guards moved Brooklyn's hands behind his back, pushing the Second forward to the next horror.

…

Meanwhile, Watson was setting up the right drugs and tools he would need to inject his subject with, looking forward to injecting that monster with it. This was the part that excited him most. These were the drugs Thailog had put into Brooklyn's water to make him hallucinate.

He could hear the pitiful crying of his prize as the guards pulled him in, Brooklyn struggling to keep back.

Brooklyn shook when being brought back to the examination room, seeing strange vials of liquid on the table, and Watson standing there with an evil smile, holding a painful looking needle that looked bigger than normal. It made the young Second gulp at what was gonna happen to him next, shaking.

The guards strapped him down again, Brooklyn struggling desperately to pull himself free, feeling weak and sore in his muscles. Watson loomed over Brooklyn, fingering the needle.

"Now this was something I had been waiting to do." he announced ominously. Brooklyn felt sweat coming, quivering more.

"Wh- what are you doing n-now?" he croaked. Watson leered.

"This little needle has something you might be familiar with, Demon. A special drug that we'll put into your worthless devil body."

Now this was one thing Brooklyn did not want to happen to him again! He sobbed. "Oh… no!" he whimpered. "Don't…!"

Watson laughed, a gloved hand on his victim's shoulder, where he would poke through it.

Brooklyn tried so hard to keep away from the dreaded needle in the evil doc's hand. He whimpered at seeing it. He hated needles. "Keep it away from me!" he yelled in fear. His response was really making the humans smile in evil glee.

One of the men had to come over and restrain Brooklyn enough to hold him still to where Watson could finally get the needle prick into his shoulder. Brook closed his eyes, wincing at the painful prick. He knew at any second, he would feel something painful going through his body.

He felt painful tingles going through his nerves and his head started to feel dizzy. Some nausea surged in his stomach and it got his heart racing. What was all this supposed to accomplish anyway?

Soon, Brooklyn opened his eyes and his vision was blurry and his head felt like he was spinning. "Oh, make it stop spinning." he said painfully.

The men laughed at that.

Brooklyn soon started hearing another voice from someone that he never wanted to see or hear again most of all. "You didn't think that I had really left you, did you?" Brook gasped and he looked to his right. There, he saw the big, black gargoyle in his sight.

"You! You're dead!"

"I was never really dead, Plaything. I was just hiding in the shadows to mess with your mind at the right time, and now it is the right time." Dream Thailog sneered at him. He began to approach him.

This isn't happening! Brooklyn told himself. Thailog wasn't there!

Brooklyn shivered in fear as he saw the black gargoyle get closer.

The men were amused at the red monster's reactions, but what was he talking about? There was no way he was talking to them. He was seeing things alright, just as they hoped. But what he had yelled before told them it was something scary he was seeing.

"What… what are you going to do?" Brooklyn sobbed.

"I'm going to get some payback for you betraying me, Plaything!" Dream Thailog smirked. "You will wear my mark soon enough that I invented."

"I don't want your mark, Thailog! Let me go, please!"

"I see that you have the trademark shackle back on your stomach. How's it feeling? Good?" Thailog laughed.

"NO!" Then Brooklyn felt his stomach being squeezed again. He winced. "Oh... it hurts!"

Carlos had pressed the button to see what would happen. Watson didn't have a problem with it.

Brooklyn tried hard to breathe from the squeezing of his belly, then felt something sharp too. The spikes! It got him squirming in his bonds. "Stop… please!"

"Why would we want it to stop? You deserve to suffer for what you did to me!" Thailog growled at him.

"What… oh, what did I… do to you? You… were the one… who hurt me… uh..." Brooklyn grunted in pain.

"You made sure that I never had my chance of becoming my father's new Second in Command, that's what! You didn't deserve that title! It was my right!" Thailog snarled. He went to backhand Brooklyn across the face, but his hand went straight through him. Brooklyn had grimaced, thinking he was going to be smacked in the face, but was surprised when he didn't feel a thing. He opened his eyes and still saw Thailog standing there, but with an angry glare on his face.

"Yeah, I might not be able to hurt you physically anymore, but I can still make you cringe at my hand." Thailog sneered. "And it's even more fun to watch that shackle squeeze your stomach all the time."

Brooklyn winced as he felt the shackle squeeze him again. He bared his teeth in response, whimpering.

While Watson was watching his victim cower in terror at whatever he was seeing, he had an idea. He whispered to his men about it. They smiled evilly in return too.

Watson went and got some new cuffs. He gave one of each to the big men. "Hold his arms down while he's hallucinating." he ordered. The men did as told. They went over to the scared gargoyle.

Brooklyn whimpered at seeing two huge shadows approach him. "Agh! What do you want?! Go away! Don't hurt me!" he screamed in terror, along with Thailog chuckling at his scared face. Brooklyn hated Thailog's laugh, sending shivers up his spine again.

The two men thought this was great. They each held down one of Brooklyn's arms, uncuffed the cuff that was already there, then replaced it with the new ones. They were firm on Brooklyn's skin, but not too tight. The new cuffs were then tied down to the holders to keep Brook's arms tied down.

Brooklyn had been too weak to fight back, but his legs were tied down too, so he couldn't fight back much anyway. He didn't feel good with the dizziness going on his head and blurry vision.

When the men backed off, Watson said, "Now, to test these cuffs." He pressed a button on the remote.

Brooklyn was still cringing from his shackle when he suddenly felt something new. It was a burning feeling on his wrists. He cried out in pain. Then there was a high volt of shock. That also got a good scream out of him. Then the burning came again. This reminded him of how his first cuffs from being held prisoner last year felt.

"Agh! Stop! That hurts!" Brooklyn screamed. He tried getting his hands free, but it did no good.

"I see my doctor has kept up a good tradition going." Dream Thailog grinned.

"Let me go!" Brooklyn demanded to Watson. "Please!"

"I don't think so. You are very fun to toy with, Devil!" Watson replied sinisterly. "Pretty soon, there will be much more fun to come."

Brooklyn's eyes rounded with utter fright. "N- no…!" he sobbed more, before when the cuffs shocked him again, looking away as Thailog's red eyes gazed down at him.

"I've waited a long time for revenge. I missed having fun with you. And your pathetic family won't help you this time…" the dark clone mocked at Brooklyn, who felt as if his hands would get burned off if they kept doing this.

"Get a-away from me! I don't want to see you anymore! S-stop h-hurting me!" Thailog though just laughed again, reaching out with his hand to rub Brooklyn's belly, though the red gargoyle couldn't feel anything.

"You know I'm not that merciful, Plaything. I'm still going to keep you and allow my men to continue to test you until you can achieve my mark!" Thailog threatened. Brooklyn wailed all the more, tears coming as his head kept spinning from that terrible drug.

The doctor noted how much pain his prize was in, screaming at whatever he was seeing to stay away from him, and he wrote down some notes. These were the results of the drug test that Brooklyn had now finished. He placed a hand on Brooklyn's shoulder, ordering the men to stop shocking Brooklyn to keep him conscious since he nearly passed out; eyes rolled to the top of his head. "Thank you for those results, Devil…" Watson murmured silkily. Brooklyn wouldn't listen to him, quivering.

Brook could feel that burning slowing down, stomach churning from still feeling the drug effects, Dream Thailog still watching. He nearly felt like fainting or puking from here.

"It looks like you're done with this test, Plaything. Watson will now bring you back to your room." Thailog informed him while the men undid Brooklyn's cuffs, holding his arms tight before cuffing him behind again with the regular ones.

Brooklyn wheezed, heart still racing and vision so fuzzy, as he felt himself being dragged back to his room. The guards forced the red gargoyle down to his knees and chaining him to the wall, leaving him be, but Dream Thailog remained.

The red gargoyle trembled, crawling away since he could still see Thailog, cowering and covering his body with his wings to protect himself.

"I'm sure you enjoyed that test?" crooned Thailog, putting another transparent hand on his victim's body. Brooklyn's muscles clenched, as he cried.

"N-no…!" he whined, shutting his eyes, wanting this sickly feeling to leave him so he won't see Thailog anymore. Slowly, the worst of the drug effects were thankfully going down, but not completely.

"Such a pity. But maybe you'll enjoy the next one. I will see you again very soon…" Thailog promised him, his voice fading. Brooklyn felt his heart rate slowing, though it still felt fast in his chest, tears leaking down his face, pulling himself to a corner to try sleeping some of that horrid drug away.

He gave little hiccups from his terrible experience today, studying his burnt wrists that looked pretty bad; bruised, burnt and red. The cuffs rubbed against the wounds uncomfortably.

"I want my family…" he whispered like a hatchling again, shaking miserably in his cold cell as the sun came up.