In the coming days, Brooklyn was fed twice a night. But with the majority of food on his plate, he really didn't want to eat all the food. He found out once that got his wrists burned severely, making him yelp in pain, holding his wrists and trying to rub them but couldn't when they were under the cuffs. The doctor came into the room to see him as a result.

Brooklyn glared at the man standing before him.

"You will eat everything that I give you, Monster, or I can arrange for some other way to punish you." The doctor threatened him.

"I do eat most of it, but you're giving me far more than what I can consume." Brooklyn replied. "I'm so full to the point of bursting." He held his belly.

"Maybe there's an idea behind it. It's to put some weight on your bones." The doctor said. "You're way too skinny. And you will eat the rest of the food from now on, unless you want it forced down your throat instead!"

"No." The red male replied. "But I don't want to get fat."

"I'm not saying fat, just a little more flesh on you."

"I think I'm fine the way I am. It's allowed me to move a lot more easily without so much bulk on me." Brooklyn explained. "When are you going to let me go?"

"Oh, you're going to be here for a long time. Get used to it." The doctor smirked evilly at him. "You're going to give me results from my experiments before I have you destroyed."

"Why does everyone want to kill me?" Brooklyn asked aloud.

"Because your kind are freaks of nature!" Came the reply.

Brooklyn knew that he could have a limited time left if he didn't escape from here soon, or if his clan didn't find him. He wished he could communicate telepathically to them of his whereabouts, but he didn't even know where he was.

A few nights later, the doctor wanted to do a test on the gargoyle's digestive system. This time, he didn't give Brooklyn his first meal of the night. He would plan it later on.

Brooklyn was a little grateful to not have to be forced to eat some food for once. But as the hours passed, he soon got hungry. It had been well past five hours of not eating. But it wasn't long before some men came into the room. There was no sign of food in their hands. What were they going to do?

"Time for another test, Freak." One of the men exclaimed.

Brooklyn had to try to get away the moment they got his cuffs loose of the chains. The doors were open. He punched one of them and shoved the other out of the way and tried to get out. The men were knocked unconscious. Brooklyn then made a dash to the door and when he opened it, there was a gun that smashed into his head.

He cried out in pain, staggering to maintain his balance. The cuffs on his wrists then began burning him.

"Did you think you were going to get away, Monster? I don't think so." The man holding the gun pointed it at him.

Brooklyn held his wrist and rubbed his face. Some other men came in got his wrists and pulled them behind his back. He was restrained and forced to move out.

He was taken to an exam room where he was forced to get on the table. "No, whatever you want to do, please no!" Brook begged.

"Get on the table or we'll have to force you!"

Brooklyn still struggled but the men got him on the table, forcing him down onto his back. He struggled while laying down too. He was trembling nervously but tried not to show it.

Then the doctor came into the room. "Sedate him." He ordered.

"No!" Brooklyn argued, moving about.

One of the men came up and injected a sedative to him in his right bicep. It didn't take long to take effect. His vision got blurry on him. But then, his beak was grabbed, and a big wide tube was attached to it. His beak was strapped down so he couldn't move his mouth.

Brook tried to get his mouth free. He tried to talk but couldn't. He whimpered. What were they doing to him? Then he felt hands on his stomach. The doctor pressed downward. Brooklyn still felt the pressure and pain inside him. He winced.

But through his blurry vision, then a longer tube was brought forth and it was put through the tube in his beak. It found the back of his throat. It instantly made the red gargoyle cough and struggle. But it didn't matter, the tube was forced down into his trachea or esophagus. Brooklyn tried hard to breathe. What was the tube for?

"Now, put a little water in there to see if it's in the right organ." The doc ordered.

A little water was put down the tube and when it didn't seem to affect his lungs, the man said, "It's in the stomach."

"Good. Now we see the big picture here." The doc grinned maliciously.

Brooklyn glared at the doctor close to his head. He had heard the word 'stomach.' Not again.

Then, the doctor held up a good bottle of some thick liquid. It was white water, kind of bubbly. Then he proceeded to pour it down into the tube.

Even from his mildly sedated state, Brooklyn felt the liquid enter his stomach. Why were they trying to force feed him like this?

"Ok, now, time for the scan."

An x-ray was taken of Brooklyn's midsection, and it showed instantly that his whole stomach was full of the stuff, barium to be exact.

"Now we wait." The doc said. He then proceeded to take the tube out of the Brooklyn's stomach and released his beak from the other tube.

Over the course of the next forty-five minutes, Brooklyn's sedation began to wear off. Then it was time for another x-ray. The next one revealed the barium had moved into the intestines but were also highlighting the liver area as well.

Brooklyn felt some discomfort and churning in his belly. "Oh, what… are you trying to do to me?"

"We're getting a look at your guts with barium." One of the men exclaimed.

"You… already had a look at my guts some… days ago…" Brooklyn winced, remembering his surgery.

"But not we're seeing how well liquid goes through your digestive tract." The doc explained. "And it definitely seems to be going through quite nicely. Soon, it'll be time for another x-ray."

Brooklyn didn't like it when he had to have another x-ray. But it was done, and it revealed the barium was going through fast enough. And eventually, there was a fourth one.

The doc couldn't resist pushing on Brooklyn's belly again, making the gargoyle wince. "Stop… doing that!"

"Doing what? Say it."

"Stop pushing on my stomach!" Brooklyn exclaimed.

"Oh, but I must. It's too much fun not to, with how squishy it is, as well as how it can cause discomfort too." The doc smiled at him. And soon, it'll be full of babies moving in there. He thought to himself. He hoped the pregnancy took, but it was still too early to know for sure. There was still some waiting to do.

Some prenatal hormones were usually given to Brooklyn through his food. Now that this test was over, he could have one meal for tonight. The doc had needed Brooklyn's stomach to be empty in order to do the test.

Brooklyn was moved back to his room and back in his cell again, cuffed as usual. Then a big meal was brought in for him. He really didn't feel like eating after that test.

"Eat up or you know what's going to happen." The doc ordered.

"You just shoved a bunch of drugs down my throat and now you expect me to eat all that? I don't think so!" Brook argued.

"Oh, but you will." Then the burning started, and it got severe. Brooklyn cried out in pain as his arms stung from the burning and shocking.

"Stop!" He cried out. But the pain continued for another seven minutes. When it ended, he was desperately holding his arms to his middle. They hurt and the food was taken away for the night, all but one sandwich.

The man stood in front of the red gargoyle. "You eat this or else it'll happen again. Now, open your mouth." The doc ordered. He held the remote in one hand, making sure Brook could see it.

Brooklyn grunted in pain but reluctantly took the sandwich from the man's hand. The doc made sure he chewed and swallowed before he left the cell. He felt totally humiliated for taking it from the man's hand that he couldn't do with his own hands, but they were so sore right now.

The sandwich had the hormones in it was why the doc made him eat it.