Even by a few days later, Brooklyn still felt miserable and kept on trying to find a way out of his cell, being angry and bored out of his mind. But if there was one thing he did notice, his energy was getting low despite even with his stone sleep. His mouth felt dry, and he was also beginning to notice how hollow his stomach felt.

Brooklyn hadn't been given an ounce of water or food since he had come to be here. He just couldn't think about that, but he was starting to notice it now. He finally stopped attacking his cell. He sat down in the far corner.

He felt his stomach growl with hunger for the first time since being brought here. Then he heard some footsteps. He would try to make a break for it.

A soldier came down to the cell. He used the remote to open the door. Brooklyn instantly tried to get free, but the man pressed the remote and Brook got a good, long shock on his tender throat. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

"Don't even think of attacking me or escaping. You're going to be here for a long time, Gargoyle." The man warned him.

"Please… stop…" Brook held his throat, gasping, trying to breathe.

"I only brought some water since the boss doesn't want you to die of dehydration. Now behave and I won't have to use this on you. Got that?!" The man asked sternly.

Brook nodded. He saw the man only deliver a water bottle on the floor. He could only lie there until the man left and locked his door again. It wasn't enough that Demona had harmed his mentality, but why wouldn't they let him go?

Brooklyn was so thirsty. He managed to pull himself over to the water bottle. It hadn't been opened so there was a lot less likelihood of being drugged or poisoned. He pushed himself into a sitting position before tearing open the lid and downing quite a bit of the water. He could feel the lukewarm water hit him in the guts. It was the first thing in his system in days. But he also left some water to drink later.

Now all he needed was a good meal. As the night went on, hunger pangs began to settle inside Brooklyn's stomach. He groaned and rubbed his belly, trying to soothe it. This was really the first time he was taking notice of his hunger again.

The red gargoyle was really bored out of his mind. Why was he here? After a few more tries to get to the cell door, he was shocked all those times and knew he wasn't getting out of here, at least not without getting this horrid shock collar off his throat. All he could do was accept his fate at this point, but there would come a time he would make his escape.

….

Sevarius was thinking about what he wanted to do with the red male besides let Demona have her fun with him. He saw that the male was obviously hungry on camera. He was already drinking the water he was given every night. But he saw how Brooklyn was grabbing at and rubbing his belly. He smiled at seeing the gargoyle in such discomfort.

As for Demona, it might have been really early yet, but since her mating with Brooklyn, she thought she felt the beginning of new life inside her even though it wasn't a breeding year for her. She hadn't been down to see Brooklyn since their mating and was leaving his care to the humans for the time being. She wanted to see him again to see how he was doing. Demona went down to the dungeon to see her prisoner.

Brooklyn could only sit or stand in the back corner every night. Right now, he was waiting on getting his water bottle for the night. He had started rationing the water he got because he only got one a night. And he still hadn't been fed. He winced as another hunger pang jolted in his belly, making him hold it. Then his ears perked up at hearing some footsteps coming down the stairs to see him.

He hoped it was the man who gave him his water, but instead, it was his worst nightmare. "Ah! Nice to see you again, Brooklyn." Demona greeted him.

"Demona, why are you keeping me here?" Brooklyn demanded firmly.

"Because there are special plans for you." Demona replied with a smirk.

"Does it involve starving me to death?!" Brooklyn snapped and winced as he felt another painful pang in his gut.

"Of course not. I know you're not immortal like me." She said. "You should be getting fed."

"Oh, well, I haven't been! Let me out of here!" Brooklyn snarled and tried to charge at her desperately, or rather get out, but he got shocked again. He grabbed his throat in pain as he fell to the floor.

"You better stop trying to charge at me or trying to get out. There could be some devastating consequences." Demona warned him.

Brooklyn was now on the floor, writhing in pain. He panted. "Please… Demona. Let me go…"

"I don't think so, Brooklyn. You're perfect to give me what I want." Demona smiled at him.

"And what's that?" He demanded.

"It's something you'll learn about in time to make sure it takes." Demona replied.

"What takes?" He asked. He had to know.

"A special project to do with you."

"That still doesn't tell me what it is." Brook stated.

"It's nothing you really need to concern yourself with. But there are other plans for you."

"Why did you want me?" Brooklyn had to know.

"It makes it all the better that you don't have a mate in the clan. You see, I think we share some common traits and are more alike than you think." Demona started to explain.

"We are nothing alike!" Brook snarled at her.

"Oh, but we are. We share a common hatred for various reasons. You could always still join me in the conquering of the humans, Brooklyn." Demona told him.

"I'll never join you!" He yelled at her.

"Oh, but I think you will at some point, or even if you don't, there are still fine points about you that I find fascinating in what I think we have in common, and it'll all have its special purpose in the future for us." Demona sneered.

"There is no us, Demona!" Brook growled at her. He had managed to sit up, holding his throat.

"You will submit to my will one of these days, Brooklyn. You have no other choice." Demona proclaimed. "You will never see the clan again. Besides, after what they see what we have done, you'll be exiled from the clan just as they did me."

"What?! You raped me! How could you do that to me?!" The young male demanded viciously.

"Because I had to claim you as my future mate." Demona declared.

"I'll never be your mate!"

"I believe you already are, young one. Just that we have yet to work out our relationship. You will learn to trust me or else." Demona warned him.

"Being mates is not about forcing your partner to mate or being starved to death! Ugh!" Brook snarled, then grabbed his belly.

"What? Are the humans not feeding you?" Demona snarked at him.

Brooklyn's eyes and his hand said it all. He shook his head. "How long have I been here?" he asked sadly.

"You've been here for over a week now." Demona replied. "Well, I can change that." She then left the dungeon.

Brooklyn was glad when she left him alone and he could calm down again. He didn't want to complain that he was hungry, but the jolts of his stomach were getting hard to ignore. He went back to the corner.

I seriously don't know how much longer I can take this starvation. Brooklyn groaned. He felt like he wanted to tear through a wall or the floor to get out of this horrible place. But they had held strong in his efforts to try to get out.

…

Up top, Demona reported to Sevarius. "Has Brooklyn been fed since he's been here, Sevarius?" She demanded.

"No. I was wanting him to be desperate for food before giving him some." Anton replied. "I had planned to feed him tomorrow night. Believe me, watching him on camera being hungry is just absolute fun to watch. And how are you feeling, my dear?"

"I feel fine. Just make sure that he is fed tomorrow then. He needs to keep his strength up." Demona ordered.

"Of course." Anton had special plans for what he was going to do when he did feed the red gargoyle.

…..

The next night, Brooklyn awoke out of his stone shell. He felt refreshed but still felt incredibly hungry. He was also thirsty too, as he hadn't been given his water last night.

He licked his lips to salivate. He winced with another jolt of hunger. The growls of his stomach were also extremely loud at this point, making their complaints known. Were his captors wanting him to be so weak that he couldn't fight back by starving him?

Brooklyn knew that he could go a few days without food, but this was the longest he had gone without food. He didn't have as many fat reserves in his body to live off of, unlike Broadway. He felt he was losing unnecessary weight.

Not long after though, there were footsteps coming downstairs and Brooklyn looked up. Instead of just one person, this time, there were three now before him. One was the caretaker man and two more.

"Get up, Freak! It's time for an exam on you from the bosses." The caretaker exclaimed, holding the remote out in front of him. "And don't think of fighting back unless you want to get shocked again."

Brooklyn saw the dreaded cuffs in the other men's hands. He didn't like this, but perhaps was a good chance to try to get away once they got him upstairs. "I'll cooperate." He said and got up.

The men came in and instantly got a hold of his arms and pulled them behind his back. Brook winced at the pinch of the cuffs on his wrists. Then he was led out of the cell without being shocked for a change and walked up the stairs. He was pulled along once he was upstairs.

Brooklyn knew he had to get away. Suddenly, using his tail, he tripped the two men holding onto him and he whipped the caretaker away from him with his right wing. He began to run ahead to try to find a way out, but the caretaker man whipped out the remote. "You aren't getting away, Monster!" he snarled and pressed the button.

Brooklyn was stopped in his tracks, falling to the floor as his throat was shocked to a high degree. He writhed on the floor in pain, struggling in his cuffs and rolling on the floor, crying out in pain.

It only stopped after several minutes, and the men were standing over him again. He was panting hard. Brook glared up at the men. For his punishment besides the shocking, the caretaker then kicked Brooklyn in the stomach.

"OH!" Brooklyn cried out, making him bring his legs up in a fetal position to try to protect his belly. It hurt.

"Good thing you're getting a good punishment tonight." The caretaker sneered and the men forced him to his feet again, making him go with them.

Soon, they were at a surgical room where the cuffs were undone, and Brooklyn was forced onto a table. The remote was used as a threat to get him to cooperate. All his limbs were tied down. Even his tail and wing hands.

Brooklyn trembled nervously. He still felt the pain of the blow that was turning to a bruise on his belly. "What are you going to do?" he exclaimed.

"You'll find out." One of the other men replied with an evil smirk.

Brooklyn didn't have to wait long as he saw Sevarius finally, holding a tube in his hand. It made the red male stiffen and he began to squirm violently. He didn't want to know what they were going to do with that hose.

"You were wanting to be fed, Gargoyle. Well, now you are." Anton exclaimed.

"No! Not that way!" Brook shouted out in distress.

"This is going to be fun." One of the other men declared gladly.

One of the men then came up and he had a tube in his hand. "Open your mouth!" he ordered.

"No!" Brooklyn exclaimed and began to clamp his jaws down. The men were persistent though.

With some pressing on his belly and on his ear, it got him to open his mouth and that was when the tube was put into his mouth, with it being taped in his beak. Then the hose was passed through the tube and down either his trachea or esophagus. He coughed as it went down. When a little water was put in the tube, Brooklyn's breathing seemed fine.

"Good, it's in the stomach, where we want it to be." The caretaker stated.

Brooklyn didn't like this, least of all because some cans were coming his way. The cans were opened up and they were forcefully put into Brook's stomach.

Brooklyn felt the cold foods hitting his stomach like a punch to the guts. It felt good to be getting fed but not like this. He was given up to four cans of full food, then a whole bottle of water, then the tube was removed. Then he was taken back to his cell.

"If you don't want to be force fed like that again, you will eat what is given to you!" The caretaker guy warned him.

Brook understood at this point. I really need the sun's solar energy at this point. Brook said to himself. His energy was really low. "Yes, I understand."

"Good. Turn him loose."

Brook's limbs were released from their clamps. He rubbed his wrists. His stomach felt so full and bloated now at this point. He instantly retreated to the back of the cell. He didn't want to be shocked. The men had released him over the shock threshold before they got out.

Brooklyn could feel how full his stomach was. It was really full. Even so much as a blow to the gut would make him puke. The fullness from not eating in so long rose to nausea of the digestion process. It made him hold his belly. But he was glad that his hunger was finally turned off.

Then his female captor came in to see him again. "Feel better now that you're no longer hungry?" Demona mocked him.

"They didn't have to force a tube down my throat to feed me!"

"Oh, you would have eaten voluntarily? Despite being really hungry, sorry, they didn't trust you. And if you don't eat the food voluntarily, it will be done again. We have no objections to it being done, Brooklyn. Is that understood?" Demona made it clear.

"Yes." He reluctantly gave in on that.

"Good." She said. "I also have a gift for you."

He glared at her. "Whatever it is, I don't want it." He declared.

"Oh, I think you will." She smiled. "It's a little something to help alleviate your boredom."

Two men then brought down a box like item. The door to the cell was opened up. A third man had a stand in his hands. Brooklyn watched as the men were bringing a television into the cell. His eyes widened. Wow.

The stand was placed first before the tv was put onto it and then plugged into the wall. There was a plugin in there. Some bunny ears were on top of the tv for a clear picture. They then turned it on to get the picture clear enough for him. The bunny ears had to be moved a little bit to get the picture fully clear.

"There, it's all ready for you to pick your channels." The caretaker man said. He then rolled a remote control to the male gargoyle across the floor. "It's the remote to the tv."

Brooklyn was surprised they were giving him a tv. "Why are you giving me this now?" he asked.

"Because we were testing you. With nothing else to do, I know I need you to be somewhat comfortable here." Demona explained.

"I'll never be fully comfortable here." Brooklyn replied.

"Oh, you want it removed?"

"No! Leave it!" Brook shouted.

"Believe me, it can be removed as a punishment too." Demona declared.

"Thanks." He reluctantly stated.

"Now behave. There might come to be some tests sometime soon." Demona foretold him.

"What sort of tests?"

"You'll find out." She said as she walked out.

After they were gone, Brooklyn used the remote to turn some channels to find out what he liked best. Well, this sure was thoughtful of his captors to give him a tv. It would help ease some of his boredom. But it wouldn't ease his anxiety altogether.

….

It had been days since the clan had last seen Brooklyn and they weren't any closer to finding him. They were all worried about him. Who had taken him? They really hoped he hadn't been smashed in his sleep somewhere. They could only truly hope he found his way home eventually.

Goliath knew that he might have to replace Brooklyn's role of Second in Command if he didn't come home soon. From the three remaining young ones, his own daughter seemed like the best next choice. But he wasn't going to do anything of the sort just yet. He wanted to give Brooklyn a chance to return and resume his duties. He would wait a few months first.

The clan would continue to patrol and search for Brooklyn. With some luck hopefully, they would find him soon.