Time seemed to be slowing down for Brooklyn, his mind feeling like it was slowly depleting. He gave some small hiccups, gazing around at his small cell, which was still rather confining. When he had woken up tonight, it was able to clean the mud off of his skin, which was a relief, making him happy for his stone sleep.

Brooklyn's heart thumped, hugging his shaky arms, wondering what was in store for him next from Coldsteel, now feeling like he didn't want to live this life any longer if all he was gonna live for was to be afraid of being possessed.

I… I gotta keep being strong. I'm a warrior. I'm… a warrior…

But then his thoughts trailed off while Brooklyn winced from stomach pains. He couldn't remember the last time tasting healthy fruit or anything else healthy in general, gripping his belly when the cell door opened.

"Good evening, my dear body," Coldsteel greeted him in his usual manner. Brooklyn hid his form as much as possible, eyes red.

Coldsteel saw he was now all clean. "Nice to see that your stone sleep cleaned that mud away. But now, maybe, I could check your weight?"

Brooklyn gulped, scrambling to cover himself but two of Coldsteel's tentacles shot out, making the red male yelp when they snaked around his fat stomach.

Coldsteel smirked, beginning to squeeze his stomach lightly while Brooklyn shook, thinking he was gonna be thrown against the wall, shutting his eyes tight, but nothing felt too painful, just awkward.

"Hmmm… getting quite chunky. Your stomach definitely feels nice and round." Coldsteel 'complimented.'

Brooklyn struggled. "Let… me go…" he gasped, tears now in his eyes.

The cyborg soon did so, but then had some more to say. "I have to ask you Brooklyn… have you ever noticed how your colors and looks don't match your brothers? And that humans run away from you more than your leader?" He asked in a taunting manner.

Brooklyn didn't want to listen to him, holding his hands over his ears. "Shut up!" He cried, the junk in his system making the red gargoyle's emotions all silly again.

Coldsteel mostly laughed. "Oh, but it is true. And humans really do fear you the most, a beaked devil nightmare. But at least when I take your soul, I will use it to my advantage, little weak one!" He said threateningly.

Brooklyn sniffled harder, his breathing becoming ragged, wanting Coldsteel to stop talking. Though in his heart, Brooklyn felt like he was right, and that he really was just a freak of nightmares.

The cyborg next stroked his head. "At least your nice meal later will somewhat cheer you," he said in a mocking tone, leaving Brooklyn in his misery, who just sat there, protecting himself and trying not to cry.

….

At one point in the late evening, one of the men in the cafeteria had eaten bad meat in one of his sandwiches, giving him food poisoning. Coldsteel had somewhat seen it through a camera of the man being treated by the doctor, and suddenly an idea came to Coldsteel, a smirk on his face. With how pampered Brooklyn and his clan had been with eating cooked meat, and wondered how his guest would react to eating it way too raw.

This would be another interesting punishment for him… thought Coldsteel slyly, now deciding to go to the cook and ask him to make one of Brooklyn's burger meat slightly more raw, almost red for him to eat.

The cook happily obliged, eager to make their prisoner suffer from both overeating and food poisoning. He cooked the edges of the hamburger to normal cooked looks but kept the middle of it very undercooked and bloody. He put ketchup and mustard on it to hide it. That devil sure was going to be in for some good pain ahead, the cook smirked. He was ready to give it to him.

Coldsteel usually liked to make sure that his prisoner ate all his food before he left him alone. Now, he and his associates were off to give Brooklyn his dinner.

….

Brooklyn was so sick and tired of eating all the junk food he was given every night, or after tests. He sat in his cell thinking of his family. He would give anything to just be at home with them right now. He certainly didn't want to give his body up to the insane cyborg gargoyle.

Tonight, Coldsteel was not having him do any tests for once because his test was in his food. Coldsteel and some men were on their way with the food now.

Brooklyn heard footsteps and the door opened once more. He could smell the food they had on the plate and tray. It was two hamburgers with lots of fries. There was even a cake and cookies. There was also some more soda. All the junk food that he didn't want to eat.

The red gargoyle cringed and tried to keep away from the humans that opened up his cell. "Here's some more food for you, Freak! Eat up." The man exclaimed as he put it down.

"I decided to be 'nice' for a change and let you have one of your meals without doing a test tonight. Letting you take a break from the tests tonight, but you'll still need your strength for the next test." Coldsteel declared.

"I don't want to eat the food." Brooklyn replied.

"Do you want some consequences for refusing my orders? Like burnt feet again?" Coldsteel demanded.

"No."

"Then don't backtalk me." Iago growled at him.

"Fine." Brooklyn gave in and pulled the tray over to himself.

Coldsteel and his men stayed to watch him eat to make sure that he ate all the food he was served because of what they were expecting from him later.

Brooklyn ate the good hamburger first. Then he had some fries. Then he started to eat the bad one. He hated that his captors thought they had to watch him while he ate, but he knew they were making sure that he ate the food. He didn't like the looks they were giving him right now.

"What? I'm eating the food you gave me." Brook said grumpily.

"And I'm proud of you." Iago replied. "Keep on eating up."

Brooklyn finished the burger. He hadn't noticed anything strange about it. Any redness that had come off the sandwich looked more like ketchup. It had hidden the raw meat well. Then he finished off the fries and ate the cake and cookies, followed by downing the soda drink.

He felt so bloated when he was done. "There! I ate all the food!" Brooklyn said angrily as he pushed the tray to the door of his cell.

"Good boy. Now just wait here for your next test." Coldsteel ordered. He and his men left after picking up the tray. They had evil smirks on their faces, hoping they would see it really soon.

After they were gone, Brooklyn sighed and held himself as he sat back in the corner on his mattress. His stomach felt extremely full after eating all that food. His belly was getting rounder from eating all that junk food.

"When I get home, I'm going on a diet." Brooklyn told himself. "I just hope I'm rescued before Coldsteel takes over my body." It made him cringe.

In the camera room, Coldsteel and his men were now watching their prisoner. "How soon should it affect him?" Iago asked the cook.

"Could be in thirty minutes or up to an hour. But it shouldn't be long now." The cook replied.

The men and Coldsteel couldn't wait.

….

Brooklyn really hoped his next test wasn't going to be something that was too hard for him to do, but he could only wait for the baddies to come and get him. It had now been well over forty minutes since he ate.

His stomach had been giving him some pangs before eating tonight, but now, he was starting to feel more than hunger pangs. Brooklyn felt full before, but he was now feeling some real intense nausea starting up in his digestion.

Brooklyn put his hands over his stomach. The pain was really intensifying fast. He bared his teeth in pain. "Oh, what's wrong with me?" He said aloud.

He tried to sit still for a little while but that didn't seem to help. Soon, he felt pain all over his whole stomach. Brooklyn almost felt like he could puke. He could feel throbbing in his insides, feeling like he was being stabbed, or like his organs were trying to destroy themselves.

The pain started to become too much for Brooklyn, and he decided he needed to lay down. He went to lay down on one of his sides first on the mattress, but that didn't help, and it got him moaning in pain. He was lying on his right side at the moment.

The more the pain intensified though, the more Brooklyn moaned about, making loud whimpering noises too. When he moved to the edge of the mattress, one of his hands found the floor and he couldn't take it anymore. Brooklyn began clawing at the floor in extreme discomfort.

He then tried moving onto his back. It even hurt him to take a deep breath. Why was his stomach hurting so much? He bent his legs at the knees to see if it would offer any help to try to ease the pain he felt in his belly.

Tears found their way to his eyes as he struggled to try to breathe with the pain he felt in his belly. "AGGGGHHH!" Brooklyn cried out from the pain.

On camera, Coldsteel and the men were pleased that they were seeing some fast results. Their prisoner was suffering from food poisoning. It pleased Coldsteel to a great deal. Anything to weaken him further.

In the cell, Brooklyn's hands were clinging to his stomach. "OH! Stop the pain, PLEASE!" He called out. "IT HURTS!"

That's what the captors wanted to hear from Brooklyn.

Brooklyn began thrashing around on the mattress and began to move onto the floor too. He cried out his pain. His talons began digging into the floor just to try to find some relief. It did no good as he felt strong pains in his guts. The tears were coming down fast too. His eyes were turning bloodshot.

Pain was roaring through his stomach so much. Brooklyn wanted nothing more than Hudson or one of his moms to hold him. He wished they were still alive. His body temperature was also going up.

Brooklyn realized that his enemies had poisoned him. If he could make it to sunrise, he would be healed of this poison. But there was still lots of nighttime left.

Brooklyn knew that he wouldn't be eating anything again that his captors offered him. He was tired of suffering. He also didn't want to get fat and yet he was. He begged aloud for anybody to stop the gnawing agony inside his belly, laying there, continuing to claw the floor.

Coldsteel had decided then to see how his body was doing. Opening the cell door by himself since he knew right now Brooklyn would be defenseless, so no extra security was ever needed. He gave a cruel sadistic look down at Brooklyn, who looked up at him with his pain filled eyes, gasping in a raspy manner.

"I see you got sick," Coldsteel commented in a normal but sinister manner that chilled Brooklyn's already hurt stomach, making him curl up but glare.

"You… did something… to my… food… didn't you?!" Brooklyn managed to wheeze out, a jolt in his stomach again, Brook whimpering and squeezing into himself further.

Coldsteel looked at him with fake innocence. "And why would we do that to you when I'm supposed to be possessing your body?" he asked.

Brooklyn wasn't convinced, growling out in both pain and anger. "Shut up! You-you poisoned me!" Brooklyn screamed, eyes glowing and tears falling down, rubbing his belly greatly.

Coldsteel then knew he couldn't fake it anymore, as he nodded. "Suppose we did. But it wasn't your average poison, mostly harmless slightly raw cooked meat," he said in a voice that sounded too calm for Brooklyn's liking.

Brooklyn hissed in pain again, still lying down on his side, hating Coldsteel every second. "Harmless?! It's… KILLING me!" He roared, eyes glowing brightly, arching his back in sheer agony.

Coldsteel felt satisfied, grinning sadistically, kneeling down next to his poisoned victim. "Which gives me even more control over you. We still plan to keep feeding you after you've suffered for a while, of course…"

Brooklyn shook his head, struggling with his head that was throbbing as much as his stomach, wanting it to stop! He stared at Coldsteel in sadness, screaming again until Coldsteel suddenly grabbed his shoulder, holding him up but making Brooklyn tremble.

"Now, you won't complain next time I feed you?" He asked in his soft threatening tone. "I won't heal you if you don't say yes." Eyes lowered from his pain and fear, Brooklyn nodded, anything to get rid of the stomach poisoning.

Coldsteel grinned in satisfaction, taking a squirming Brooklyn in his arms, who let loose a loud whimper, Iago suddenly gripping his beak, shushing him. "Don't squirm now. You're getting your medicine." He crooned, tears still falling down his victim's cheeks while they walked to the medic room.

The doctor noticed them arrive, a grin on his features at the sight of their prisoner, who was pretty much nearing unconsciousness, his vision so blurred and groggy. Brook didn't know how much longer he would last being held here, moaning when being laid on the table. Coldsteel stroked his head, making Brook tense from the cold feeling since it wasn't flesh.

After strapping Brooklyn down so he wouldn't escape, the doctor came and put a hand on Brooklyn's stomach. Brooklyn gasped a little from the touch, and the doctor even pressed lightly. A louder whimper came out, ears very flat down on his head, wanting the human to stop.

However, they weren't done yet. Coldsteel came to join the fun, poking one of his talons gently onto his stomach. Brooklyn sobbed openly, begging inwardly for all this to be over and to get his cure. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Coldsteel asked curiously.

Brooklyn nodded in fear, eyes bright from it, staring straight ahead from trauma, shaking terribly.

"Alright, you can now have your medicine," Coldsteel said softly but evilly, nodding over to the doctor who frowned, upset that their fun was cut short but agreed to it. He brought out the needle with the cure in it but Brooklyn felt more fear from seeing the needle, one of his biggest fears, squirming.

Coldsteel held his talons over Brooklyn's belly. "Keep still or I'll slice you open!" The cyborg snarled viciously, making Brook go silent but still shaky, the man poking the needle into his arm. He shut his eyes in pain. Brooklyn hated the needle, keeping his eyes shut the whole time.

Once done, the doctor put a bandaid over the hole in his arm. "Stomach should feel better by the time you turn to stone," he informed.

Brooklyn still had tears wetting his cheeks, unable to speak well from his screams before, Coldsteel taking him back to the cell.

He set Brooklyn down on his mattress, who felt terribly weak and lightheaded, still struggling with what was left of his stomach poisoning, soft moans escaping him, wanting his stone sleep so badly.

"Rest easy while you can. For this test shouldn't be so easy for you…" Iago threatened icily, putting his hand on Brooklyn's stomach firmly. Brook flinched up from the touch, wanting Coldsteel to leave him alone, leftover tears coming down.

Once Coldsteel finally left, Brooklyn felt relief to be alone, knowing now the next time he got food he wouldn't eat it, or anything else outside of his prison for that matter. The red male felt like his belly wouldn't be able to trust any food ever, struggling for a while through the remainder of the night until at last the sun came up, his stone skin embracing his achy body.