Brooklyn panted, coughing, since he was feeling the lack of water in his body day by day. His throat scratched him up, making his voice sound hoarse.
"I… n-need water…" Brooklyn shivered to himself, wiping his head, staring down in fear at his belly which was 220 pounds. He gazed at the door, wishing greatly for someone to bring him a whole bottle.
His head began to feel dizzy, knowing that whenever he got away from this place that he would be avoiding soda and stuff, drinking gallons of water a night.
Brooklyn's legs eventually felt weak, sinking to the floor after trying to exercise his muscles, panting more again, trying to hack up saliva but inside his body struggled with what fluid was still there.
He even struggled to pull off the chain on his foot, wincing and flinching when it hurt his ankle until the bars of his cell were knocked upon roughly, the guards coming back.
"Shut up with the struggling and crying, you freak of nature!" He spat, Brooklyn's ears flattening and making him scramble back onto his bed, suddenly now Coldsteel's voice coming through the air.
"Now now, no way to treat my little body," He said mockingly, opening the cell door. Dry tears made themselves present, Brooklyn hugging his knees.
"What do you want?" He grumbled, not wanting to be hit with more rocks or walk on hot coals. Coldsteel held up his chin. "I bet you must be thirsty, hm?"
Brooklyn yanked his chin away, growling, but then his face softened, nodding. "Just… need… water…" He trembled, doing his best not to cry any further but it was hard. Coldsteel gave a crooked smile, understanding but had a sinister notion in mind.
"Oh, I decided that you will in fact get it. You just need to allow me to take you to your precious water," He replied silkily. The red male felt stunned, coughing while glancing up in surprise. Coldsteel gestured to the guards to shove Brooklyn to his feet, but this time, the cyborg was the one to haul Brooklyn to what awaited him.
Brooklyn gasped from those cold talons sinking into his skin, not trusting Coldsteel with this, while he shoved him forward. "Keep going!" Coldsteel growled, the beaked gargoyle looking down in sadness. But as long as he was getting water, hopefully this wouldn't be too bad.
They soon arrived at a room with a pole stuck in the center of the floor. Brooklyn tilted his head. Where was his water? Was someone gonna bring it over? He didn't see the wicked smile on his captor's features while walking towards the pole.
"What are you doing? Am I… getting water?" Brooklyn whispered timidly, upon reaching the pole.
Coldsteel snapped his talons, and one guard came with a chain. Brooklyn's eyes popped, wanting to get away but Coldsteel tossed him against the pole and winded him. It left enough time for the guard to tie the chain tightly.
"I didn't say you were going to have a drink. I said you were going to have something more than water," taunted Coldsteel ruthlessly, scratching his talons under Brooklyn's chin again who snapped at his fingers, eyes flashing.
Coldsteel didn't speak, so he just turned away to leave Brooklyn alone in the room, tied harshly to the pole. Brooklyn squirmed in his bonds, glad this place wasn't his cell until he heard some pipes in the room gurgling, wondering what it could be, face paling. That didn't sound like water.
Soon, the pipes burst open, Brooklyn bracing himself for rocks; but instead was brown soft liquid that gurgled and bubbled.
Brooklyn recognized instantly what it was, gasping in fear as he realized it was mud! He squirmed harder than ever. Drowning in mud was worse than drowning in water!
"This isn't the water you promised!" Brook shrieked if Coldsteel could hear him, the chains hurting his skin harshly, the mud coming close at a fast rate, nearly touching his feet as it came down on every side of the wall, filling the room. His belly shuddered when Coldsteel laughed at him.
"This proves how much of a foolish gullible little weakling you are, Brooklyn! Thinking your worst enemy will actually give you anything! But enjoy your mud bath!" Coldsteel shouted gleefully. Brooklyn whimpered, trying to keep his feet from touching the mud, bringing them up onto his pole and shaking all over. He wanted to get out before the mud swallowed him up!
Soon the mud was rising higher, now at last touching his feet. It was slimy and gooey, Brooklyn wincing. It did feel rather cool on his feet which was a nice switch from the coals earlier but this still was not a place he wanted to die in!
Brooklyn gritted and shouted, tugging hard on his chains, the mud having reached his thighs. It was rising too fast for him, making his feet now feel slow. Coldsteel watched from the control room, satisfied at how squirmy his victim was at not wanting to drown.
Now the mud had reached Brooklyn's belly and chest, making him cringe up from the slimy feeling on his stomach. The smell was rather pungent as well, Brooklyn scrunching up his nose when the mud rose even closer to his upper chest, coating his wings now in it, squirming even more now.
Coldsteel laughed at him through the mic. "How's my special water doing for you?" He purred in a perverted tone. Brooklyn's eyes were bright white in panic and anger.
"I hate it! Let me go!" He screamed, the mud freezing around his body and slowly starting to encase his shoulders now, slowing down his body movements.
"Not until you've tasted it…" Coldsteel threatened, Brooklyn raising his head, eyes watering from the horrible smell of the mud, the mud making his wings stiff. He wasn't able to try escaping now, since his body was so stiff from the mud.
"Get me out!" Brooklyn screamed, trying to push up again but the mud kept him from doing it, now on his neck, nearing his chin. He gasped for his air that would soon run out. One of the men from the control room noted this.
"Should we stop now, sir? He's nearly suffocating," He said, a slight grin on his face. Coldsteel shook his head no. "I think not. He has yet to taste his 'water'. Keep the room flooding."
Brooklyn was panicking big time now, the mud going around his cheeks, struggling to keep his head above it, his belly cold in fear. He didn't want to die like this! A small sob came out, suddenly feeling the yucky mud hit his mouth and he spat it out. It was awful! He heard Coldsteel laughing at his misery but ignored it.
Soon the mud pretty much was nearly consuming his whole body. Hudson! Help me! Brook wailed silently, his tears mixed with the mud as he took one more breath, the mud now covering him all the way, noises growing silent as the mud clogged his ears.
It stung his eyes and some entered his mouth more, Brooklyn letting loose muffled whines, feeling rather dizzy and confined again in this gooey substance, wishing to be free! The mud made him unable to move any part of his body, his stamina slowly weakening.
Is this the end for me? Brook asked himself sadly, his breathing feeling like it was being suffocated away, longing for air, and his mouth wasn't feeling refreshed with water, vision growing cloudy before soon he passed out, the mud sucking him down to his possible death.
Coldsteel saw the mud overcome his victim, grinning. After a few minutes, the cyborg signaled to the human to make the mud go down so he could check on him to make sure he wasn't dead.
Upon reaching the door the mud finally slowed up. He opened it; to find the red male slumped in his bonds and caked in mud, quite out of it. Coldsteel chuckled softly, shaking his head. This gargoyle wasn't strong to free himself from the mud and chains, only to nearly suffocate. He put a finger on Brooklyn's muddy chest and felt a pulse, still alive.
Undoing the chains Coldsteel carried the muddied and unconscious Brooklyn back with him to Brooklyn's cell, tossing him onto his bed carelessly but not super rough to damage him.
When Brooklyn didn't wake up from that move, Coldsteel figured he still had mud in his lungs. So he decided to do cpr. Coldsteel pressed hard on Brook's chest with his foot, until Brooklyn's eyes popped open, spluttering mud out of his mouth which still tasted horribly, seeing he was back in his old sell, shaking violently.
Brook glanced over up at Coldsteel, turning away, hugging his muddy body and not caring that he was dirty. His loincloth was rather dirtied up as well.
"Aw, did a little mud make you faint and scared? I'm sooo sorry. But, you won't have to rest long since soon, I wish to test you for more fighting lessons."
The beaked gargoyle really didn't feel like doing anything else more, dirty tears falling down his muddy face. "Don't… wanna do… more…" He croaked, throat raspy from nearly being suffocated.
Coldsteel smacked the back of his head. "Oh, yes you will! Your soul is mine like how it should have still been from those months ago!" He bellowed, seeing his victim try hiding himself.
The guard came with his food then, causing Coldsteel to back away. "But this food should make you lessen your fears. Enjoy your solitude…" The cyborg said in a vague manner, laughing sinisterly causing Brooklyn's belly to feel cramped in fear, watching his captor and bully leave, wiping his face of mud and tears, eyeing the food and feeling queasy.
But he knew he couldn't avoid this fate, reluctantly sitting on the floor to eat his fatty meal, stomach gurgling from getting it and using the sugary drink to wash out the mud as much as possible, still wishing it was ice water.
Brooklyn remembered when his life flashed before him back in the room with the mud, giving small shaky gasps, glad to not have drowned and he knew his stone sleep would get rid of the mud.
After finishing, Brooklyn shoved his tray away, hating himself again for not being able to get any water no thanks to Coldsteel lying to him, curling up on the bed, gazing at the ceiling with no windows, the sun coming and encasing his muddied form, wanting more than ever to be free, but not to go back to his clan. Not if they still resented him.