When Brooklyn awoke from his anesthesia in a matter of hours after his surgery, after his vision focused, he looked around and saw stone walls instead of being outside.

What happened?... Where am I? He thought. Brooklyn then rubbed his head. Then he felt the chain on his neck, and he had cuffs on his hands as well. Great. More chains. Why am I always chained? Then he tried to open his mouth but instantly felt the muzzle on his mouth. He couldn't open his mouth, again.

He swallowed some saliva and went to try to sit up, but an instant pain in his stomach made him grunt in pain and he laid back down in response. He breathed hard through his nose, then put a hand down to his stomach to feel what was going on.

Brooklyn's hand touched some stitches in his belly. He raised himself up on his elbows and he saw a good line of stitches across his belly just below his ribs. Oh great… just what I didn't need… another injury! He thought grumpily to himself.

Then, from the inside, he felt a sharp jolt of pain attack him, causing him to yelp in pain and he fell back to the floor, breathing hard. He moaned in pain. Oh! They opened me up to poison me! But this… oh… feels worse!

Some men came into the room near the cell. They saw that the gargoyle was awake. They couldn't help but grin at Brook's discomfort. Brooklyn opened his eyes, looking pleadingly at them. His chest heaved heavily for breath while he rubbed his belly to try to soothe it. He moaned for help.

"Silly freak!"

"Hope this teaches ya to respect your master!"

Brooklyn tried to ignore their taunts. His ears were flattened in sadness. His stomach felt sick and bloated. More jolts attacked his stomach, making him moan in pain. His eyes closed tight. His hands clutching his belly tightly and rubbing it.

He cried with the muzzle blocking most of his voice. This was a horrible moment. That human wasn't his master. He was part of the Manhattan Clan. But was he really if they still weren't trying to save him? This made Brooklyn more upset and miserable, continuing to massage his bloated and sick belly, the feeling of abandonment threatening to cloud him as much as the pain.

Brook looked at one guard, giving him begging eyes. Help me… please… it hurts! The guard just rolled his eyes, huffing.

"Just stop with the begging. No one will save you except the master." He growled coldly, ramming his rifle against the bars, causing their prisoner to flinch.

The men left him alone after that to make him wallow in his pain alone.

Brooklyn knew he had to get up. He tried again, but the injury wasn't letting him put any bend in his middle. He cried out in pain but could only lay there on the floor of his cell. His hands still clutched his belly. He was in incredible pain.

Brooklyn sniffled again, struggling to keep his pain in, his heart was filled to the brim with despair and pain. But pain more than anything else.

…..

Meanwhile, Thomas was watching the flipped stomach affecting the gargoyle. Anthony came. "So? How much pain is my sweet little pet in?" He asked smoothly, eyes casted to his gargoyle, who by now was rubbing his stomach violently to calm it down, writhing in pain. "It happened right after he woke as you expected. How much longer should he have this?"

Anthony rubbed his hands together. "Just long enough to get the message across that he shouldn't defy me. Simple as that. But I'm going to talk to him soon, so keep an eye on him?" Thomas nodded as Anthony left.

….

Everything was a painful blur to Brooklyn now, who just lay there, staring at the wall in his pain. He wanted it to end! Suddenly the door unlocked. Brook weakly turned at the sight of his master, still soothing his belly. Anthony smirked at him.

"Enjoying my little gift to you?" Anthony mocked him.

Brooklyn shook his head weakly. What… did you… do to me?! He thought angrily, but weakly. He felt really bloated at this point.

"You are going to respect me no matter what, my pet. This lesson is to teach you just that. I can always have this done again on you." Anthony sneered at him. He saw the gargoyle staring up at him in question.

"What? You think I poisoned you? Oh no, not this time, though that was fun last time. I can see that you found your incision too. You see, I had Dr. Thomas flip your stomach inside you after you were fed." Anthony explained with an evil grin.

Brooklyn's eyes widened in alarm. "Now the food you were given can't exit either way out of your stomach. And I think I want to give you the freedom to breathe properly without the muzzle." The man said and he went to undo the muzzle on Brooklyn's beak.

The red gargoyle took a deep breath when he was finally able to open his mouth again. It was so cramped.

"AGH!" Brooklyn cried out when he felt a sharp pain seize his poor belly. His hands held it tightly. "OH! Make it stop… please! It hurts!" He cried out loud for the first time.

"I don't think so, Monster. This is too much fun seeing you in pain like this. You are going to respect me or else I can always do this again or have something worse happen to you." Anthony warned him.

Brooklyn began panting hard through his mouth now that the horrible muzzle was off his face. He bared his teeth in pain. He brought his legs up in agony. "Oh, make it… stop!" Tears were in his eyes it hurt so much.

"I actually like seeing you like this, Diablo. Seeing you in pain is making me know that I can have control over you. And I wouldn't hesitate to do this again to you, or something much worse." Anthony decreed.

Brooklyn shook his head desperately. His stomach was in horrendous pain. There would be no way he would eat or drink anything if he had been offered anything the way he was in so much pain. If his food couldn't pass normally, he was having enormous gas buildup inside him. It had to come out.

Brook had had bellyaches before, but none compared to this. If this problem wasn't corrected soon, it would kill him! He panted hard. "Oh, make… pain… stop…" He pleaded weakly. His back arched in pain.

"Tell me, Diablo, what's it feel like right now?" Anthony asked curiously.

"Ugh! Agh! Like… ugh! Raging… burning… trying… to… eat me… alive… from inside…! AGH!" Brooklyn explained in gasps. His eyes were closed tight and his teeth bared in pain, his hands clutching his middle desperately. "OH! Hurts!"

The gargoyle was desperately trying to breathe. His chest heaved for breath along with his stomach. It screamed at him to make the pain stop.

Anthony grinned evilly, as did many of his men to see their prisoner in such pain.

A big jolt of pain surged in Brooklyn's belly, making him want to curl into a ball, clutching it. "AUGH!" He cried out. When he opened his eyes for a moment, his eyes glowed from the pain.

"Go in and get him out of there now." Anthony ordered.

"Where are we taking him, Boss?" One of the guards asked.

"I want to see how long he can really handle the pain. Take him to the gym and tie him down, to where that he can't reach his belly." Anthony ordered.

The men liked this idea. "And what of his muzzle?"

"Leave it off for now."

In his cell, Brooklyn was trying hard to breathe and he wasn't moving, the nausea was calm enough for the moment and he didn't want to move. Then, the door unlocked and Brooklyn opened his eyes.

"Time for a new challenge, Freak!"

"Oh, no, please!" Brook pleaded weakly. He couldn't even move so how could he do a new challenge?

The two big guards forced the pained gargoyle off the floor painfully. "AGHHH!" Brooklyn cried out in pain so loud it sounded like it would bring down the house.

The men got him onto the gurney outside the cell and tied his arms and legs down. Brook writhed and tried to free himself but couldn't.

"What… are you… going… to do?" he asked with tears in his eyes.

"We don't know yet. Only the boss knows." One guard replied.

When they arrived at the gym, Brooklyn was lifted off of it and he was pulled along, trying to walk as he felt his painful stomach feeling like it was going to burst. He was taken to the middle of the gym and forced down to his knees, then pulled backwards onto his back.

"Augh!" Brooklyn cried out. There were fresh cuffs on the floor and his arms were put there. The one around his neck was taken off for the moment. Brook felt like he could breathe better, but his belly was still screaming for relief. He had his legs bent at the knees to try to relieve some of the pain. His hands were ready to dig into the floor.

Then Anthony came into the room. "Is he down?"

"Yes, Boss."

"Good. Tie his feet down too."

The men proceeded to do the same. Brook tried to keep it from happening, but the pain couldn't let him fight them much.

"Please… don't…" Brook pleaded.

Anthony now had a metal staff in his hands. What was he going to do? He saw his prisoner look up at him with pleading eyes. He walked up to the tied down gargoyle and he gave an evil grin. He put the staff onto Brooklyn's stomach, just touching it.

Brooklyn flinched and tensed up in fear and pain. "Tell me, does this hurt too?" Anthony sneered. He nodded. He wasn't even pressing on him.

Then the man upped the pressure. He pressed the staff down into Brooklyn's lower stomach, away from where his stitches were.

Brooklyn felt the pressure in his guts. He bared his teeth and shut his eyes, whimpering. He felt pain in his legs too. He tried to get them loose but nothing. "Please… oh… stop…!"

Anthony released the pressure on him, but then, he took one last look at him. Then he quickly jabbed the staff into Brooklyn's belly too.

Brooklyn cried out loudly in pain. His whole stomach was greatly in pain. Why did Anthony have to do that?

They couldn't help but grin evilly. Anything that would keep this freak from fighting back.

Brook wanted to hold his stomach desperately. He was panting hard to just keep breath in his lungs. His diaphragm was pushing just as hard.

"Leave him there for a while. Let him feel his own pain for a good while." Anthony ordered.

Brook's vision was clouded with red and black on the fringes. Oh! Help me, Goliath! Anybody! My stomach… it hurts terribly! He cried out in his mind.

The humans left poor Brooklyn alone in the gym.

The gargoyle tried to get his hands loose, but it was to no avail. He eventually tried to take some deep breaths. The nausea was never ending.

"Why?" Brook asked.

"Why hurt your belly?" came the reply. "Because it's so much fun to see you in pain from it!" The replier laughed mockingly.

Brooklyn looked up with sad eyes, letting tears fall from his pain, wincing as a jolt went through him.

….

Throughout the day, from the camera watching the gargoyle, Anthony and his men were seeing Brooklyn writhe in the gym, wincing, and crying out from his pain. His belly began to swell out too from the gas extension.

Brooklyn didn't know if he would make it to nightfall with this pain. He was on the verge of blacking out when some men with a gurney came into the gym. His vision was blurry.

One man got down next to him and pushed down on his belly. "AGGGHH!" Brook cried out.

"Still good and painful." The guard smiled with evil glee.

"Get him up."

His hands and feet were released from the cuffs and he was taken to the gurney again and tied down. Then he was taken back to the surgical area.

Brooklyn saw Anthony through blurred vision.

"Of course I can see that you are almost unconscious. I'm not going to let my pet die." The evil man declared. "Get to work on fixing the problem."

Dr. Thomas nodded in reply. He gave Brook an injection in the shoulder, knocking him out again. Anthony had loved the gargoyle's cries of pain. But it had to come to an end.

An iv was put back in Brook's hand again and the surgery began again. The stitches were cut open and Thomas got to the sac again, seeing it was full and swelled up. He undid the flip, letting the intestines and esophagus get back to normal. They were really inflamed though from not being able to pass the food normally. But they should be able to now.

Even though the stomach was corrected now, even when he woke up again, likely Diablo would still have a good bellyache. Thomas then sewed the tissue back up.

Brooklyn was then taken back to his cell to wake up. The cuffs were put on his hands and neck again, laying him against the wall. Anthony grinned with triumph at the sight of his pet's sad sleeping face, breathing a little more steadily, but wheezing softly.

He held up the sleeping devil's beak once his muzzle was tied back on him. "Sleep well, Diablo. You'd better be more submissive to me in the morning," Anthony threatened, holding Brook's beak hard but not waking him. He let Diablo's head fall onto his chest, leaving him alone again.

….

Well into the evening, Brooklyn blinked his eyes open blearily, feeling so gummy and achy all over. But his belly didn't hurt him like it did before. Confused, he gazed down, seeing those stitches there; fresher than yesterday. His muzzle was back on, too.

They must've fixed me… Brooklyn thought groggily, mind so numb and tired, unable to process things so well, no thanks to what he experienced from that horribly flipped stomach his master did. Brooklyn gave out a small sniffle, weakly wiping his eyes, feeling his cuffs on his hands and neck chained up. He was glad that torture was over, but afraid of what Anthony had next, coughing from his sore throat from screaming so much earlier.

Brooklyn knew he couldn't wait anymore to escape or for his family to come. It would take them forever to get here, and he didn't trust Puck enough to send them to where he was being held. Sitting up against the wall, which he was thankful for them putting him there, Brook gazed up once at the window.

I'm gonna escape as soon as I'm recovered. I might not get another chance for it if I keep waiting. I will come home to my clan, to my family, no matter how far I travel or how long it takes to get there… Brooklyn thought tiredly, his body tingling with soreness, deciding to sleep the rest of his pain off.