Brooklyn had lost track of time while being held prisoner with Coldsteel, who wouldn't tell him what day it was. Was it the end or beginning of the week? He didn't know.
Also, his sugar intake the past couple days since his freezer test had been leaving him pretty dizzy, now unable to stand well so much. He wound up throwing up one day after his recent junk food meal.
When Coldsteel returned and he saw signs that Brooklyn threw up in the toilet nearby, he was quite mad. "Suppose you got a little belly ache? But throwing up will not be tolerated. And it'll make you lose weight, which is what I don't want, since you're mine, Brooklyn," he threatened darkly, eyes glowing red.
Brooklyn still felt shaky after throwing up, keeping his charade of not showing tears going while still glowering hard at his captor. "But no matter. Your next test should give you plenty of it. Take him there," he demanded the guards after unlocking the cage.
The red male's eyes rounded when seeing those burly humans coming all too close, swinging his talons. "Stay away! No!" He gasped croakily but wound up losing as the guards gripped him tight, making him gasp aloud, hauling him upward, and pushing him towards the next test.
While they walked, Coldsteel suddenly grinned, thinking about something to use against Brooklyn. "Oh, how I remember that female Coldfire possessed Angela. You remember how I made you carry her? Must've felt quite nice," he said sweetly but evilly. Brooklyn's ears flattened, as he growled.
"Keep her out of this! And I hated it! Angela is Broadway's mate, not mine!" He shouted out, feeling his voice crack when saying the other words.
Coldsteel noticed, halting and taking Brooklyn's beak, Brook writhing. "So touching, but I read in your mind that you've always desired her. When I'm in your body… I can kill Broadway and make Angela yours/mine. How about it, hm?"
Brooklyn felt disgusted by that plan, for even if Angela did choose Broadway, he had no desire to get in their way just to fulfill his lustful desires for a mate. He shook his head. "No! I prefer to see my brothers happy over myself!" He growled back, right as they reached the door where a sauna was, along with tying up his hands and wings once more, which felt painful.
Coldsteel had the men unlock the door, Brooklyn hoping he wasn't getting another cold test, feeling himself pushed in, collapsing to the ground. He looked up at Coldsteel after shifting his body around with his feet best he could. "Such thoughts like that make you weak and miserable, scrawny one. But maybe this room will change your mind…" he said ominously, shutting the door and locking it.
Brooklyn's eyes glowed, as he stood up and ran to try unlocking and breaking down the big metal door, seeing nothing in here except a few benches. It was somewhat bigger than his cell door, but Brooklyn had a bad feeling about what was coming next.
Soon, he gave up opening the door, knowing it was no use to try getting out, going to sit down on one of the benches nearby, trembling just a little bit. Something about this room seemed familiar but he couldn't place it.
But as time went by, Brooklyn slowly began to feel rather warm, looking up at the ceiling he could see some heating lights. Brook's ears flattened, now realizing that this room was a sauna, suddenly hearing steam hissing into the room.
He began to pant a little, the steam and heat filling the room, sweat beginning to fall down his skin, hating that his hands were still tied up and his wings, which started to feel achy all over. Was this what Coldsteel wanted now? To give him a heat stroke?
Brooklyn had been in a sauna one time that Xanatos had in the castle, but decided it wasn't his thing since it brought back memories of a hot and cold room while being kidnapped by the Illuminati.
The steam and heat continued to rise in the sauna, Brooklyn shaking from the heat attacking his flesh, sweat dripping down, forcing Brooklyn to stand up to try walking around and find a cool spot anywhere in here.
But there weren't any places where he could cool down, and it was starting to make him panic. Coldsteel opted to keep him in that sauna for two hours at least, Brooklyn not looking forward to being heated out, wiping his forehead, which was starting to feel quite sweaty and sticky.
His hair began to stick to the back of his neck from how hot and sweaty it was, getting hotter by the minute, making the floor underneath Brooklyn sticky.
But then he thought he could hear a voice. It was Angela's.
"Brooklyn…" It murmured gently. Brooklyn blinked a couple times. Surely, he was hallucinating now in this sauna, feeling rather dizzy and dehydrated. The junk food in his stomach didn't go so well with heat, holding a hand over his belly.
"A-Angela?" He whimpered, feeling himself threatening to puke, leaning against the wall, trying to breathe in this hot and humid air. "You betrayed my trust, Brooklyn. You will never come near us again…" Angela hissed back, sounding colder than usual.
Brook shook his head, gasping repeatedly for air after it had been about an hour at least, legs shaking, mostly from how much sugar he consumed earlier. He tried to run, to escape the false voice, eyes popping, only to smash into the sticky wall of the sauna, which made pain flare up mixing in with the heat all around.
His body felt so numb now, giving out more small whimpers, struggling to speak. "I-It wasn't me… was… Coldsteel…" He panted, a hand over his forehead now, sinking low to his knees, body temperature up higher now than usual, belly gurgling from the bad food, wishing to have water, wondering if Coldsteel would be merciful enough for at least one small cup.
"If you do get away, I'd better not see you come back! None of us should!" snarled the sudden voice of Broadway, which shook Brooklyn, who couldn't blame his brother for hating him that night, body now feeling like it was full of a fever from being in the sauna for too long.
He struggled to crawl towards the door, banging on it again weakly, tears starting to be present. "Let… me out!" He gasped, choking on the steam, suddenly now hearing the voice of Coldsteel through a hidden mic.
"Aw, is the steam making you feel funny? How is it compared to the cold?" jeered his enemy.
Brooklyn glared, curling up slightly, whimpering, rubbing his forehead, the steam building further. All this humid hot air was just as bad as the freezing cold. He preferred being in neutral climates. "B-bad," he managed to gasp out, vision going blurry on him, before soon, the heat made Brooklyn terribly tired, eyes starting to fall shut, hearing Coldsteel's laugh in his head before soon, he lost his senses from heat exhaustion, body falling to the floor.
Coldsteel shook his head at how pathetic his body was at enduring the heat test. Obviously, he had a weakness for extremely hot and cold places. That would be fixed eventually. He, with some guards strode back to the sauna, opening it, steam billowing out after building up so much.
He glanced down at his unconscious pet, who had a deep frown on his beak, skin looking so terribly sweaty, hair quite wet and damp on his neck, some of it covering his face. Coldsteel pushed it aside, hearing the scrawny one moaning in pain. He obviously passed out from heat exhaustion.
"You're all done for now, little pet, but there is much more for you to endure. But eventually, I will finally own you." He purred sickeningly, picking Brooklyn up in his arms, for he wanted to carry him this time, Brooklyn hardly acknowledging this. Coldsteel would allow Brooklyn some small recovery time before being fed again.
One of the guards spoke. "He won't recover fast enough without ice or water, Master," he told the cyborg. Coldsteel glared but nodded, gesturing to the guard to get an ice pack. The guard did so as they arrived at Brooklyn's small cell.
He laid Brooklyn on the mattress, stroking more sweaty damp hair from his face, Brooklyn shifting slightly. "Rest easy, scrawny runt. I shall return soon with your meal," he mocked him before leaving finally.
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Some hours later, Brooklyn woke up, feeling like he had a massive headache, still somewhat warm in his body. He groaned, struggling to sit up on his bed, seeing he was still locked in his too small cell.
Before he had time to think about what happened back there in the sauna, a guard came by holding an ice pack. Brooklyn crept away from him, growling a little.
"Here. The boss wants you feeling cooled off before eating again." He huffed, tossing the ice pack in the bars. Brooklyn saw it hitting the floor, cautiously moving close to pick it up. He instantly put it on his forehead, moaning a little in satisfaction for the cool feeling.
How much longer am I gonna last? I just have to get away. I can't let Coldsteel have the satisfaction of finally possessing me, Brook thought sorrowfully to himself while relaxing on the bed, somewhat glad to not have any food this time since Coldsteel decided now he was only going to eat after tests. He petted his belly, which had somewhat expanded since his first day here, looking forward to turning to stone which wasn't far away now.
Soon, the sun came up into the sky above ground, Brooklyn setting down the ice pack on the floor, feeling the stone skin covering his sore body, grateful to still have it in captivity, but wish for his relief to come soon.