Thankfully for Brooklyn, the stone sleep that came along the previous night managed to cure the pain in his feet. When Brooklyn woke up, he first noticed that his feet weren't throbbing anymore as well as the stone skin having ripped up the bandages. He reached down and undid them, showing his healed feet.
He trembled a little when still seeing himself in this horrible cell, wondering what was going to happen to him and when Coldsteel would finally confirm he was weak enough to be possessed.
Soon, Brooklyn heard the guards returning, retreating sharply onto his mattress, flinching from his tied-up wings, which were tied with gargoyle proof chains.
The doctor had come back along with Coldsteel to check on his feet. Brooklyn gazed at the man with a lot of wariness in his eyes, shaking slightly, while the man was somewhat stunned at seeing the burns healed nicely.
"Seems that your precious stone sleep healed those nasty burns," The doctor said, smiling smugly, holding up one of Brooklyn's feet. Brooklyn shut his eyes, nodding and shaking, not wanting to look at Coldsteel.
Coldsteel then had the doctor move away so he could bring Brooklyn to his next experiment. "This next challenge for you should be simple, Brooklyn," he said, making Brook tremble, not wanting to walk on anymore hot coals.
"Oh, don't worry about that, little one. But I'm so happy to see you being compliant and quiet. The only way for me to soon take over your pathetic soul," he grinned wickedly, Brooklyn curling himself up. But Coldsteel wouldn't have it, grasping Brooklyn's arm tight with his talons, roughly pulling him up. "You will go to your test or else. You are getting more than burned feet!" Coldsteel spat.
Brooklyn felt really dizzy as he nodded, gasping out for breath from his pain, the two guards dragging him away and making him walk. Again, Brooklyn would eat the junk food after the test depending on his condition. His weight now was pretty much at 219 pounds past his normal weight, which was scary for a gargoyle of his body type, as well as having heavy bags under his eyes from exhaustion. Even with sleeping in his stone skin, Brooklyn felt like he hadn't been able to have a good rest.
They brought Brooklyn to a strange room made of metal on the walls and floors that had pipes in the walls poking out, making him nervous. As well as them untying his wings just for this test. Was water going to come out of them? He turned to run to the door, but it was bolted shut, having him scratch against it feebly.
"What… is this?" He asked in a small voice, hearing Coldsteel talk. "Just a simple dodging test, though not from darts. You will soon see…"
Before Brooklyn could comprehend what was going to happen; he yelped when one of the pipes shot out a few rocks, as well as another pipe from above shooting more.
Brooklyn quickly dodged them both, raising his wings to also block some of them as well, his eyes round. Rocks?!
He felt like he was literally being stoned, gasping when another rock struck at his back, turning to try punching some of the larger ones coming at him, though it hurt his wrists, no thanks to his lack of exercise.
Brook's heart thumped wildly, gritting his teeth while grabbing and every now and then shielding himself with his wings, the rocks hitting against them, making the red gargoyle gasp aloud in pain.
He ran about in the room as more and more rocks began being tossed in his direction. The men in the control rooms began to laugh at what Brooklyn was going through, the dark-skinned man from before enjoying this the most.
Brooklyn was wincing and limping more now, having punched away too many rocks as he would've liked, wanting it to stop now, hating being stoned like this!
Coldsteel's voice rang in his head again. "How are those little rocks treating you, hmm? You getting tired?" He mocked from the control room.
Brooklyn flinched when a rock hit his beak, rubbing it and jumping when another nearly hit his leg. "I-I want it to-to stop!" He sobbed, ducking flat onto the floor, freezing on the floor, covering his head.
"Oh, I won't stop. This is too much fun. For me and my men." He said sinisterly. Brooklyn gasped from all the bruises that were now on his skin, running away from the rocks again when more were coming down relentlessly.
Another rock wound up striking his face and his eye, hot pain shooting through his head. Brooklyn cried out, covering his now possible black eye, his tail sometimes swatting some of the rocks away, afraid of being stoned to death now, another rock colliding with the back of his head, making him dizzy.
It was hurting now to even touch himself, leaning against the wall, tears falling down his face, wondering how long Coldsteel was going to keep this whole rock test going. There were now rocks everywhere on the floor, hardly any empty spots anywhere for him to stand without hurting his still slightly tender feet.
Brooklyn grunted in exhaustion after punching away another large rock, feeling like he had reached his limit, curling up on the floor again. He wrapped his wings around his body, still wincing when the rocks came for him, even piling up around him too.
Coldsteel watched from afar from how strong Brooklyn still seemed to be from when he punched away a lot of the rocks, admiring the red weakling's strength despite it fading. And he shook his head when watching his prisoner curling up like a cowardly hatchling, the rocks pelting down to hit his skin.
He then eventually decided Brooklyn had enough of getting rocks thrown at him, pressing the button right as Brooklyn was nearly covered in the stones.
Coldsteel made it his decision to go down and get his hostage himself, stalking down into the room, crushing a lot of the stones in his path under his feet until he reached where Brooklyn was, digging through the pile, to reveal a really battered up and bruised Brooklyn, who lay feebly on the ground.
"Thought you would be able to last longer. So disappointing," Coldsteel huffed, poking Brooklyn a couple times before picking him up again. Brooklyn gave a couple wheezed gasps of pain from being simply touched, the bruises looking quite nasty and even seeing a black eye on the red gargoyle.
When reaching the cell door, Coldsteel dumped the bruised Brooklyn back onto the mattress, calling in the doctor, who was glad to do so.
Brooklyn gave a pained keen when opening his eyes, wondering what happened, until he saw the same doctor again from this evening, trembling all over, feeling like he could only see out of one eye.
After spotting Coldsteel, reality sunk into Brooklyn now at what he was being treated as: a pleasure slave. A slave to someone who had imprisoned his mind before.
Coldsteel gave a metallic purr that made Brook tremble. "I say your purple and black bruises compliment your red skin." He 'complimented,' making Brooklyn growl lightly, but softly.
The doctor grinned sadistically. "Let me see your bruises, hm?" He asked.
Brooklyn felt ice in his belly, shaking his head no, wincing from his headache and black eye. "S-stone sleep will - ugh - cure it…" The doctor glared.
"Too bad. It is the boss's orders now that I look you over before you eat," he said in a sinister manner, pulling out some cream that would help the bruises and rock cuts until sunrise came.
The beaked gargoyle gasped aloud in agony as the alcohol stung on his skin and at one point, the doctor put an ice pack over Brooklyn's eye. He struggled and squirmed despite the ice pack feeling good on his throbbing black eye.
"Hold still, you freak!" snapped the doctor, having two guards grab Brooklyn's arms and the other his legs.
Brooklyn's breathing was fast and panicked but was forced to endure all the treatment from his enemies until once done, his skin was covered with the ointment and the doctor even put an eye patch over his bruised eye.
Coldsteel grinned down at Brooklyn, who wrapped himself up in his wings, feeling weak and defenseless like this. "Aw, did those rocks bruise you up? Well, soon, the stone sleep will help remove them. And your clan won't come for you. You will be stuck with me for a long time," He threatened again, cupping Brooklyn's chin in his hands.
"Go away…" Brook sniffled, wiping his eye that wasn't bruised, turning away from his enemy. Coldsteel shook his head, leaving the plate of food down before him. "Eat whenever you're ready. And eat it all like you usually do." He said forcefully, leaving Brooklyn to wallow in his sorrows.
Brooklyn looked down at his bruised skin again, hiccupping in sadness at how he was being treated. This reminded him more at how much of a slave he really was, wishing now for his freedom more than ever, having enough with these so called 'tests.' He was doing his best to be brave but the cyborg after the previous test really broke up his confidence, scared of his fate the longer he was here.