The exhausting days passed on more, Brooklyn growing wearier and more miserable each time they did, losing track of time even further, staring up at the windowless walls. His tail had long healed by now from the snake bite which made Brooklyn feel pretty grateful.

He couldn't stand not being able to see outside, ears super flat on his head, wanting to get out of this horrible place! Brooklyn flinched when tugging on his chained foot, but the cuff was still quite locked up.

I gotta get out. I gotta get out! Brook thought, rubbing his head, sniffling softly, eyes darting about the walls that felt like they were closing in. Even if the cell door allowed him to see outside a little, soon sitting down, hugging his knees, shaking badly, watching the cell door and wondering what would happen to him next.

His heart thumped when hearing footsteps, dreading Coldsteel's return to take him away to another nightmarish horror that would give him more pain, whimpering and shutting his eyes, until a voice came that wasn't the cyborg's.

"Up with you, Freak. Coldsteel sent us to take you," sneered the first man, unlocking the cell door, holding cuffs in his hands. Brooklyn's eyes glowed white, making him hiss out loud, baring his teeth, the two men glaring back as the thickset human grasped Brooklyn's arm really tight as usual.

When one of the men brought out cuffs and the other unhooked him from the chain around his ankle, Brooklyn instantly saw this as his chance to make a break for it, to finally be free!

Brook let loose out a loud roar, pulling his hands back away from the man about to cuff him up, punching him square in the face. "YOU WON'T KEEP ME ANYMORE!!" He screeched, tears falling down his white eyes, punching the other in the gut, running for the hallway, hearing alarms blare aloud but he didn't care. All he cared about was escaping.

He had barely gone halfway down the hall, wondering where the exit was until three guards wound up cornering him. "Hold it right there! Get back in your cell!" shouted one, holding a taser gun.

Brooklyn bared his fangs, swishing his tail, charging at the men to punch his way out, but his victory was short lived when the man wound up shooting the taser right at him, on his stomach.

It made Brooklyn scream, feeling it make his hair stand on end, body jerking about, until he collapsed to the floor, feeling breathless, now hearing those metallic feet walking over, sounding rather angry. This was immediate trouble for him.

When Coldsteel appeared, the men had Brooklyn in their grasp. He was still winded from the taser. "You were very naughty, Brooklyn. I'm afraid you must be punished for your actions." The cyborg mocked him.

"You've done… enough punishments… on me…" Brooklyn managed to rasp out breathlessly.

"Apparently not enough if you have all that fight in you to try to escape me. Take him back to his cell until I can think of something." Coldsteel ordered the men.

The men nodded and pulled the weakened red gargoyle back to his cell and chained him up again. Then they locked his cage up again before leaving him alone.

Brooklyn sat down and hugged his arms. He wrapped his wings around himself. 'I was so close to getting out of here.' He thought to himself.

In the camera room, Coldsteel and his men were thinking of new ideas to punish the red male. One of the men was of Indian descent (India), he suddenly came up with an idea.

"Boss, I have an idea." He spoke up. "It's something quite hot."

"What is it?" Coldsteel asked.

The man came up to him and whispered to him. That made the cyborg's smile light up. He had never heard of such a plan before. This was a good one.

"That is a superb idea to punish my little guest. You set it up for him." Iago ordered. The Indian man grinned and took off to go get what he needed.

"What is the punishment?" Another asked.

Coldsteel explained what it was to them, and they all grinned evilly. This would be something special…

…………..

It took a couple of hours for the punishment to be set up in a special hallway that was big enough but narrow enough to where Brooklyn would have trouble getting away.

Coldsteel wanted this to commence before morning came. There was still lots of night left. It was only around 10:30 pm. He wanted Brooklyn to feel the pain of his punishment.

"Do you approve, Boss?" The dark-skinned man asked as he looked at the setup in the hallway.

"Yes. You have done well. Now go get my little prize. Tie his wings up as well so he can't use them." Coldsteel ordered.

"Yes, Sir." The men replied and went to get Brooklyn.

…………..

Brooklyn felt his stomach growling for food at the moment though he was trying to ignore it. But then he heard footsteps again. Now what did they want with him?

The door opened up with a slam. "Time for your punishment, Freak!" One man spoke harshly. It was the one he had slammed in the gut earlier.

"And don't even think about pulling that trick again." One of the other men exclaimed, "Or you'll get shocked with this again." He was warned by the man holding the taser.

The cell door was unlocked, and the men entered. One had cuffs and another had chains. What were those for? The cuff on his ankle was unlocked and his wrists were cuffed up behind him.

Once he was on his feet and out of the cell, two other men went behind him and began pushing on his wings. His wing hands were tied together, and his wings were smushed together so much that it hurt him. He winced. "What… are you doing… to my wings?" Brooklyn demanded.

"You'll see why they are like this. Oh, and here's my little payback for earlier…" The lead man stated. He took his dart gun and used it to jab it hard into Brooklyn's stomach.

"OH!" Brooklyn grunted in pain as it sent him to his knees. Pain radiated inside his gut and making him breathless again.

"That was payback for what you did to me earlier, Monster!" The man exclaimed.

Brooklyn glared up at him, trying to catch his breath, nauseated. He would have a big bruise there for the rest of the night. But it wasn't long after that he was grabbed and pulled to his feet that they were now on their way again to the punishment.

The red gargoyle kept track of where they were going. He just might try again to escape. He didn't see his nemesis anywhere. But pretty soon, they got to their destination. Brooklyn saw Coldsteel down a narrow hallway.

"Good you could come tonight, Brooklyn. Now it is time for your punishment. Look down." Coldsteel ordered.

Brooklyn looked down and he saw hot coals on the floor in front of the cyborg gargoyle. His eyes widened.

"You will be joining me over here. Get his hands in front of him." Coldsteel ordered the men.

Brooklyn's arms were grabbed, and one cuff was undone as his arms were let forward and then the one was recuffed. Then, all of a sudden, tentacles on Coldsteel's right arm came over and grabbed the chain on his cuffs. The men now stepped away, but not far away. "Come here, Brooklyn." Coldsteel urged.

"You've got to be kidding! NO! I won't!" Brooklyn yelled out in fear of the hot coals, knowing what they would do to him. He instantly began resisting and trying to pull back, but his nemesis began pulling on his cuffed arms to come toward him. If his wings were untied, he could have jumped over the hot coals but not this time.

Brooklyn resisted the best that he could. He dug his feet talons into the floor and using his tail for extra balance, but in the end, even with his own fighting against the robot gargoyle, his men came over and pushed on him, even getting a hit in the ribs to make him move forward.

Coldsteel's grip was too much for him and it wasn't long before the red gargoyle was screaming in pain as his feet came in contact with the red, hot coals.

Tears came to Brooklyn's eyes, and they flowed without stopping. He tried to still pull back, but he was still pulled on more and it hurt to take the next step. His feet were getting burned really badly, and he also tried to get off so fast that at one point, he stepped flat on the coals, and it burned the bottom of his feet all the way to his ankle claws.

That got Brook all hyped enough that he made big steps the rest of the way and he jumped off the coals and landed next to Coldsteel. But the moment his feet touched the cold floor again, he cried out in pain, and he fell down onto his rear.

"AHH! You are insane!" Brooklyn panted hard, glaring up at the evil cyborg. He felt the worst of throbbing pain in his feet. There was no way he was going to be able to stand on his feet the rest of the night.

"I know. This will be your punishment again should you try to escape me, or I can arrange something else much worse." Coldsteel threatened him. "For now, you'll go back to your cell. Did you learn from it?"

Brooklyn nodded, tears flowing. His confidence had been shaken.

Coldsteel then proceeded to pick him up bridal style. "Wouldn't want my new body badly damaged, but to just learn a lesson."

Brooklyn wanted to punch him so badly and run, but he couldn't do that now. His face was contorted in pain. He was carried back to his room and cell from a different direction in the facility.

Iago set him down on his mattress in his cell. "You better spend the rest of the night thinking about your actions." Coldsteel said as he left the cage and one of the men stepped in to put the cuff on his ankle again. His wings were left chained up, but his hands were undone.

"You… don't need… to do that… I'm not going… anywhere…" Brook stated to the man.

"Doesn't matter." The man replied.

Then, another man came into the room. He had a box in one hand. Brook eyed him warily. He stepped into the cage. "What do you want?" Brook demanded sadly.

"We wouldn't want those feet of yours to get infected now, would we?" The doctor remarked. "I'm going to treat those burns."

Coldsteel and the other men were still there to make sure the red one didn't inflict pain to the doctor.

"Alright." Brook gave in. The doctor set his box down and opened it up. Brook saw him go looking for a tube. His feet were still throbbing a great deal.

The doc soon found the tube he was looking for. "Now, this will hurt a bit." He said and he squirted some liquid from it onto the first foot.

Brooklyn screamed bloody murder. It hurt when it touched his burned foot. He wanted to punch the man so hard.

"Don't you dare hit him, Freak!" The gun was aimed on him from that man.

Brooklyn had to suck it up and he winced as the doc continued. He put more medication on his sore foot. Then he brought out some bandages from the box. The red gargoyle had to let the doc hold his leg to get the bandages on it. By the time it was done, his right foot, toes to the ankle claw were wrapped in bandages, looking like it was mummified. Then the same was done to the left foot too.

"Pleasure to do business." The doc declared as he left the cell.

"Thanks." Brooklyn reluctantly said. He wasn't pleased to say it, but the man had treated his injuries, even if it was just orders from Coldsteel. But he was also lucky that he was a gargoyle, that his stone sleep would heal these burns when he turned in the morning. But there was still a long night ahead of him to deal with the pain in his burned feet.

When Coldsteel came back with a tray of food, Brooklyn felt nauseous just by looking at it, his feet stinging, not sure if he could really eat anything.

Coldsteel set down the tray at first, eyeing Brooklyn's bandaged feet with a cruel smile, reaching to touch them. Brook hissed, pulling them back in pain from the feeling of those talons on them.

"Ah yes, certainly does hurt, hm? But now that your punishment is over, here is your little dinner before you turn to stone. Sooner or later, you will give in, I know you will," He threatened cruelly, poking one of his talons under Brooklyn's beak who pushed it away, tears in his eyes.

"No, I-I won't!" He croaked, making Coldsteel smile even further at seeing his tears. "Hmm, how I loved to finally see you cry. Knew that those hot coals would do something to your heart," He mocked. "Now eat your food," Coldsteel demanded.

Brooklyn though by now had enough of eating this stuff, pushing his tray back. "I can't keep eating this! Don't want… anymore!" He gasped from his pain filled feet. But then Coldsteel made a move by gripping Brooklyn's bandaged right foot harshly, digging his talons in but not too hard, making the younger gargoyle flinch in agony, shaking.

Coldsteel's eyes glowed his devil red while growling. "If you don't want me to harm your little feet more, you'd better eat…" He snarled viciously, letting him go roughly. Brooklyn soon nodded out of fear, stomach aching badly while grabbing a burger, looking down miserably at it before taking a bite, wincing when his belly gurgled.

When he finished, Coldsteel suddenly put a hand on Brooklyn's stomach, making him gasp from his metal talons.

"Growing nice and plump. You certainly are looking better than when I kidnapped you," Coldsteel said sinisterly, Brook glaring back.

"Keep your hands away… from me," Brook rasped from lack of water, shielding his tummy from his enemy, eyes moistening at the fact that soon Coldsteel may possess him again like he wanted.

Coldsteel chuckled darkly, standing up with the tray. "Oh, so weak. But eventually, you will be mine," he said, closing the cell door.

Brooklyn couldn't help the tears again, trying to wipe them away while he curled up tight on the mattress, shaking, feeling what he had of his confidence draining even farther, and that the walls were closing in further, coughing as his throat felt even scratchier from all those sugary drinks affecting his body, longing for Hudson's strong arms around his body.