Sevarius was now in charge of Brooklyn. He still ordered Brooklyn fed, but not every night. It would now be every three nights, but Brook was still to have one bottle of water every night. He would wait until the embryo was flushed from Demona's body before he would have further tests for the embryo's father.

Demona was anxious to know if a new egg had been fertilized from Brooklyn. Five days after their mating, Sevarius gave her an ultrasound. There wouldn't have been much to see, but there was an egg in the uterus.

"I see a new embryo in there." Anton told Demona.

Demona smiled in relief. She was worried about it.

"We must flush it out soon though before it attaches." Anton declared. "If you want this one to have a chance to grow into a baby."

"I wish it could stay in me and grow." She said.

"I know, but it's for its own good. It won't survive in your body with those transformations unless you want a surrogate to carry it." Anton advised.

"No! Do what you have to do to save this one." Demona snapped. "If the clones can be grown in those big containers, then so can my baby."

"Very well." Anton replied.

Demona next had to be put under anesthesia to get the embryo flushed from her uterus. Some of the lining of her uterus was also scraped for the egg to attach to so it could have somewhat of an attachment nourishment. The lining was put into a tube first. Then the fluid with the egg was looked at and an embryo was indeed forming in it. Then, it too was joined with the uterine lining in the tube. Anton also added some accelerant to the embryo's genetic makeup. Then it was all put into one of the test tubes to now grow into a new gargoyle baby.

Demona was taken to her room to wake up. She would find out soon if the new embryo was a success.

Anton was sure this would be a success. Now it would be possible to see how a baby gargoyle developed at a faster rate than the traditional way, without the eggshell. If this one was a success, perhaps it would be time to get rid of the red male. He was of no further use to them other than as a test subject.

….

Demona woke up later after a good sleep and she felt a little crampy in her belly and knew what had been done to her. She had to go find out what happened.

When she entered the lab, she asked, "Where is my child?"

"It's right over there." Anton replied, "In the first test tube. It's still taking a while to take form because it's so small yet. But it will grow. Together, we have done all we can to get this purebred baby."

Demona went over to look. There was a ball in there and within it, the contents were forming. "What is this ball surrounding it?" she asked curiously.

"It's some of the scraping of your womb, my dear. The embryo needs some of your uterine lining for nourishment." Anton explained.

"Is that why I feel so crampy?" She demanded.

"Probably, but it'll pass. No more than what a woman likely feels on her period." Anton declared.

"Not that you would know how that feels." Demona retorted. "But I'm not leaving my child alone here."

"We'll see how it turns out. You know if you want a boy or girl?" Anton asked.

"I don't care as long as it's healthy." Demona replied. "But even a new son would not replace the one lost. And this one might be a daughter too."

"True. Only time will tell. What do you want to do with the male?" The man asked. "Has he served his purpose well? Or do there need to be more tests?"

"Hmm. Maybe do some more tests on him to hurt him some more. After all he's done to me, I want him to hurt more." Demona decreed. "And I don't want him to know of this child."

"Very well. It can be done. Anything in particular?" Anton asked.

"Anything you want to do; you can do it." Demona replied with a grin.

Anton could think of a few ideas. This would be good.

…..

The first test that came along after that order was there was to be no more food given to Brooklyn, at least for a while.

The next test came in that Brooklyn was to be tested with candle waxing.

He was shocked and cuffed and brought to the exam room where this time, he was tied down onto his stomach this time. It left his back exposed to the doctor's mercy. He squirmed. Even his wing hands were cuffed down on the table this time to keep them still.

"What… are you going to do?!" Brooklyn asked desperately in a panic. His eyes were wide with fear.

"Something surely different." The injured man replied to him.

Brooklyn watched as the humans had a small bucket of something in their hands. He also saw something steaming from it. He tried to get his hands loose. Even his tail was tied down. He couldn't get free.

The scarred man got close to the table, and he lifted Brook's hair out of the way, over to his left wing. From the right side, Brook tried to watch what they were going to do to him. With his hair out of the way, his back was exposed to them.

"No… don't do it!" Brook pleaded, pulling on his bonds.

"Your pleading is so nice to hear, Monster." The scarred man exclaimed. "Give it to him!"

The man on Brook's right side was near the table with the bucket and he then poured the hot substance onto his back.

Brooklyn screamed in absolute pain and shock. He closed his eyes, the pain making them glow otherwise. The hot wax was more than unbearable for him to scream as loud as he did. He instantly struggled to get loose. He twisted his back to the right and the wax rolled onto the floor before it had a chance to dry on him. The man near him backed up.

Where the wax had been before just briefly, the skin began to boil, making a burn on it. It throbbed.

"It sure gave you a good burn on the skin," the man sneered.

"Wait. I've got a better idea. Turn him over." The injured man ordered.

"NO! Let me go!" Brooklyn cried out.

His neck was shocked, making him cringe. His bonds were released briefly. The two guards got a hold of his arms and turned Brooklyn onto his back. Brooklyn breathed hard.

"If the female has one, you are likely to also." The man declared.

"Have what?" Brooklyn asked nervously.

He got his answer when another man grabbed his loincloth suddenly and began to pull it down. "STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME!" Brook yelled in desperation.

The loincloth was only pulled down partway. It didn't reveal his privates this time. It just showed his belly button.

"He does indeed have one too."

Brooklyn didn't like this. "Please… don't do this…" he begged.

"Your belly is definitely quite fun to toy with." One of the men declared.

"Pour it on him." Anton ordered.

"NOOOO!" Brooklyn squirmed. He knew they were targeting his belly, but for what purpose? He watched the bucket of hot wax. He saw as it was tilted this time, and he felt the hot wax burn his sensitive stomach. He yelled out in pain.

Some more burns started forming on his skin. Then some wax was poured into his belly button. It got him moving about even more.

The scarred man held his knife to Brook's face again. "You better hold still if you know what's good for you!" He warned him.

Tears were in the red male's eyes as they glowed from pain, and his ears were flattened. He closed his eyes as he felt more wax applied. "Please… stop…" He pleaded in a soft, weak voice. He felt nothing but searing pain in his naval.

The wax was soon removed and the skin throbbed. There was a welt burn in it, and on the side of his belly too. His back burned as well.

Brooklyn was left on the table, breathing hard. Then he saw Sevarius pick up a needle. He was coming toward him with an evil smirk on his face.

"What… what are you going to do?!" Brook panicked.

Sevarius grabbed onto the burn on his belly, making Brook wince in pain. He began to press downward and then he jabbed the needle into his gut, making him cry out again. He pulled up some fluid from Brook's belly.

The burn throbbed as Anton finally let go and he withdrew the needle.

"What is that?" Brook asked weakly.

"Just some digestive juices from your gut." Sevarius replied.

"He hasn't been fed for many days. Should we feed him now?"

"No. Not just yet." Anton decreed. "Let him stay here the rest of the night."

Brooklyn knew his burns needed treatment. But the men did nothing to treat the burns. His mind and body were severely traumatized. He feared they were going to kill him soon. He knew that's what they were going to do to him when they were through with torturing him; when he was no longer fun to test on.

"I'm assuming that without food, you haven't had much pain in your belly. Am I right?" Anton asked maliciously.

Brook gave him an angry glare.

"Tell me or I can give you another waxing burn." Anton threatened. The man held the bucket ready.

"No! What did you put in my stomach?" Brooklyn demanded.

"Oh, that I will never tell, but I will ultrasound your belly again tomorrow night to see how it looks." Sevarius stated.

The men left him on the table to try to struggle to get loose the rest of the night. Brooklyn could only feel the throbbing of his burns. He was totally humiliated in another form this night.

….

The next night came, and Brooklyn awoke healed again. He was so glad for his stone sleep to heal his injuries. But it didn't break the bonds on his limbs. He was still at the mercy of these evil humans. He figured Demona was watching his struggles from a tv somewhere here in the building, watching him be tortured.

When Sevarius and some men came into the room tonight, he saw a hose in their hands. His breathing picked up.

Even though they had said they weren't going to feed him, it turned out they did. It was a fight with him just to get him to open his beak before the hose was put down his throat again. Some large amount of liquid food was put down into his stomach, resulting in the nausea that rose not long after.

"What is in my stomach that keeps… causing this pain?!" Brooklyn cringed on the table. He winced.

The men liked seeing him in pain like this. "Oh, just something of my design." Anton replied. "Now I'll do your ultrasound."

The machine was brought over, and gel was applied to Brook's belly. The ultrasound found the culprit in Brook's stomach sac in the lower portion. There was a black blob in there. It was doing its job well. Anton smiled. No wonder the gargoyle suffered from nausea every time he ate.

His lower intestines were checked too and there was some inflammation in them. Anton was impressed that his devices were doing their jobs well. They were creating ulcers.

"Please… whatever it is, please take them out of me…" Brooklyn begged desperately. "I can't… take the pain… anymore." He cringed in pain.

Brooklyn had been in constant pain for well over two months from nausea. He knew there was something inside him that was causing it. It was making him feel like his organs were attacking him from the inside out.

"Why would I do that? It's another part of controlling your actions toward us aside from your collar." Anton sneered.

Brooklyn knew he needed to get out of here. He felt like he was being poisoned all the time. But inside him, the lining of his stomach and intestines were being destroyed a bit at a time from small devices burning it away.

"Please… just let me go…"

"You're way to fun to play with. Nope. You stay." The scarred man interjected.

"Take him away." Anton ordered and Brooklyn was taken back to his cell.

The red gargoyle knew he couldn't let himself be taken back to the cell. He had to get out of here regardless of his pain. He had to be strong to fight these men. He was too desperate this time.

When they were about halfway there, he stepped on their feet and tripped them with his tail and made a run for it, even with his arms behind his back. He panted hard. He was looking for a window he could jump out of. The men called on their radio that he was escaping. Brooklyn was looking for a fire escape or stairs. Anything that would let him get away.

He couldn't move as fast as he liked with his hands tied behind him in cuffs and his stomach aching so badly. He soon found a fire escape on stairs and pushed his way into the hallway. He was going up to get to the rooftop. He tried to break the cuffs, but he had no such luck.

Brooklyn nearly got to the top of the escape route, but at one point, he soon ran into a blue fist at the stairs. Demona had caught up with him. She had punched him hard in the face, making him fall down a flight of stairs, winding him.

"Where do you think you're going, Brooklyn?" Demona demanded.

Brooklyn groaned in pain, laying on his left side on the floor landing. His stomach was raging inside him with pain, and now he had bruises on his body. It also caused severe heartburn and it made him throw up the food finally. Then he glared up at the gargess as she got near him.

"You are still my prisoner." Demona glared, coming down the stairs.

"Please… Demona… get me… out of here… Can't take… anymore…" Brook asked of her desperately. He gave her a sad, pleading face.

Demona saw the sad look on his face. She saw how weak he looked at the moment. "I don't think so." She grinned maliciously. "If I let you go, you will only find some way to stop me and my plans, which you won't find out what they are."

The gargess forced him to his feet and she got him up with a loud cry of pain. She took him back to the guards, who were looking for him. "Found him, gentleman." Demona declared, handing him over.

The scarred man had a crowbar in his hands. "Thank you." He replied.

The two guards got him back to his cell first, then held the red male steady as the scarred man now saw fit to hit Brooklyn with it on one of his knees, ankles, and into his already painful stomach. Brooklyn was left in a gasping heap on the floor of his cell. Then his right wing hand was grabbed, and the bar was slammed down on it, fracturing the wing arm.

Brooklyn screamed bloody murder with that. "That was for thinking you were going to escape from us, you freak! And for stepping on our feet!" The men sneered.

Tears came out of Brook's eyes as he could no longer get up. His arms were still kept cuffed behind him so he couldn't clutch his pained areas. He was also still panting from the blow to the belly. But with a hurt leg and broken wing arm, he wouldn't be going anywhere.

He was left on the floor for the rest of the night. He was constantly moaning about from his pain. He couldn't help but cry from the pain he was in. He just wanted to go home.

Anton visited him the next night and uncuffed his arms only to shock his throat at a high intensity. "Enjoy your freedom now." Anton mocked him.

Brooklyn could finally get up again after the man left him alone. His leg was better, but his wing was still awkward. If it didn't get treated, he might never be able to use it again.

"From here on out, he doesn't get fed anymore. We will keep testing on him though." The scarred man decreed. "And soon, we will see how he goes with that broken wing."

The men were glad to get that order.