The doctor had requested from Thailog to examine Brooklyn again, but to leave his new collar on to see what Charlie had put into it to hurt their little guest.

Brooklyn had been lying limply on the floor, barely awake as the guards pulled him upward and dragging him back to the examination room (or the torture room from Brooklyn's POV).

He moaned as they strapped him down again, the spikes continuing to rub on his belly, and his arms feeling sore with blood staining the bandages because they never changed them.

Thailog stood over his victim, grinning maliciously as he then stood back and allowed the doctor to take over. Brooklyn trembled, struggling weakly, as the doctor pulled on his operational gloves that he used before. A small cry emitted from his lips, as the doctor began to do more of the stomach presses again and collect more from Brooklyn for his research.

Brooklyn's head moved back and forth in pain as it continued, wishing him to stop touching his stomach, while Thailog petted his forehead again. "Remain still, my plaything," he said in a quiet, dark voice. But Brooklyn couldn't, he wanted to flee, to get out of here. They were gonna kill him.

When he had collected enough, the doctor did another test; testing the shackle, and seeing how much power it held over Brooklyn. He whimpered even more in fear from this, as the doctor took the remote from Thailog.

"I only wish to see what it does," he sneered. Brooklyn breathed heavily and quickly out of his fear, eyes popping.

"No… p-please…!" He whimpered, pulling against the straps, but it was too late as it all began. The terrible spike sending in further agony, as the doctor continued to test it out for a few minutes, making Brooklyn shout out.

Thailog then came up after a while, chuckling evilly. "It's my turn now…" he purred. Brooklyn's panic overrode his thoughts, wiggling tiredly, flinching as Thailog suddenly began to press onto his shackle while the doctor was using the remote. Brook gritted his teeth, struggling again to keep being strong.

Thailog tugged on the shackle, feeling satisfaction as Brooklyn gave a little screech from the feeling, then pushed it back down harshly.

"AAH! Stop…!" Brooklyn screamed as even more terrible pain wrecked his system, scratching his stomach fiercely, while Thailog moved the shackle about, creating further harm and hurt on his plaything. Brooklyn's eyes glowed as the nonstop pain made him arch his back, gasping out loud, begging Thailog to stop, as blood leaked out from the wounds around the spikes.

Thailog moved his head down toward Brooklyn, as he moved the shackle harshly along his stomach again, Brooklyn continuing to cry, but trying to keep it in. He still didn't want to break down.

"You must feel so much pain, don't you?" He purred silkily, using his other hand to gently rub against the wounds, Brooklyn's stomach clenching up in agony.

"Unh…" Brook mumbled hoarsely, his vision flickering off and on, sometimes black, and sometimes red, feeling his will to keep fighting slowly slipping away, terrible pain writhing and gnawing in his whole body.

The doctor continued the pain in the spike while Thailog kept moving the shackle around on Brooklyn's stomach. It was becoming too overwhelming, as Brooklyn shivered from his agony, feeling himself going into the world of dreams, a bad one.

….

"Can't believe I wanted to mate with you…"

"Unable to defend yourself…"

More voices rang in his head, as Brooklyn cowered in the dark that sandwiched his body on all sides, hiding his face in his hands.

"No, I-I will still keep fighting…" he choked, but then, Goliath stood in front of him, eyes turning red instead of white.

"We won't even come save you now, Brooklyn. You can't even get yourself out of my son's clutches. I don't see you as the second in command any longer…"

Brooklyn's heart and stomach flooded with ice cold despair, sinking to his knees, unlimited tears flooding down his cheeks. He just couldn't believe Goliath had said it to him. Just from those words, the last remaining dignity and pride that had flickered like a candle that kept him going finally burned out.

Small sniffles emitted from him, the darkness squishing his body even more, demonic figures swirling around him.

"Yes… give into the darkness of your broken heart…" one purred, a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch.

"You no longer are of any use to that clan that you see as family…"

"Let the darkness comfort you…"

Brooklyn held his stomach and crouched over in grief, crying, his heart feeling darkened and ruined, the demons continuing to fly around him, his vision slowly failing him…

….

Brooklyn returned to his senses, feeling his emotions all but depleted completely, a frown on his face, breathing hoarsely. He felt defeated, just lying there at Thailog's mercy. The doctor earlier had taken blood while he was unconscious, for even further research. Thailog noticed him no longer struggling. He even moved the shackle around to see if his plaything would react, but nothing.

I guess I succeeded in breaking my plaything, he's not reacting, Thailog thought triumphantly, smiling. He stroked Brooklyn's hair, who kept on staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Perhaps you can answer my questions now, little plaything. How did you feel being the Second, and why did my father choose you?" He asked, lightly massaging Brooklyn's chest gently. Brooklyn looked up at him blankly before he spoke, voice cracked and defeated sounding.

"I-I at first felt nervous about being Goliath's Second, but my family helped me believe I am worthy. Goliath chose me because I could lead others well. And he saw I was brave and strong minded when rescuing him from the Pack," he whispered silently in a sad voice. Thailog nodded in approval at his answer. That was what he wanted.

He took Brooklyn's chin in his hand. "And do you feel like you can be a leader still? I don't see that in you anymore. It was hard for you to be successful in my little tests like a true leader. Father probably could've handled them better than you. I'm disappointed." Thailog growled, shaking his head.

Brooklyn's heart felt broken beyond repair. He now believed Thailog's words. He really was a plaything, not a leader. Thailog had completely destroyed his confidence, which made him feel utterly emotionless and grieved, as new silent tears fell, making him cry. Thailog unstrapped his plaything from the gurney now that this final test was done, lifting him up in his arms, carrying him back, feeling really triumphant at breaking the so-called tough one of the clan.

Back in Brooklyn's cell, Thailog threw him in there roughly like a piece of trash. Brooklyn fell to the floor, hardly feeling the stone and the spikes hurting/infecting his belly, too lost in grief and self blame to care, slowly starting to see the truth. He was not a leader, nor was he a gargoyle. Just a plaything to the most evil clone in the universe.

"How the mighty have fallen. Soon, in a few days, I will display you in front of your clan, and my father will have no choice but to give me his leadership. But you could remain by my side, and continue to be my little plaything. Would you like that?" He asked silkily, pulling Brooklyn to his side as he sat next to him, as Brooklyn still had his blank expression, nodding. It was the only thing left for him now, anyway.

"I am pleased. You are at last completely mine, little Plaything, now and forever," whispered Thailog in an evil, and triumphant but still a gentle tone, stroking his stomach once more, finishing with a gentle trace of his talon along his cheek before leaving Brooklyn alone, lying against the wall, breathing unsteadily, heart thumping faintly, having lost his good-natured spirit that kept it beating well.

I- I can't fight anymore… he was right, I'm nothing more than his stupid little plaything. I'm not a leader. I never will be! I'm hopeless! Brook kept thinking repeatedly while unable to move any part of his body except his chest; hot grief destroying his other emotions as he lay there in the dark. Thailog had succeeded in destroying his dignity and his trust in others, as well as taking Brook's faith in his clan and family in saving his life and giving back his freedom from the evil clone.

Brooklyn's whimpering grew until his eyes glowed, and he let loose another huge grief-filled screech that nobody could hear…