Upon waking the next night, Brooklyn felt slightly better though his belly still felt tender. Brooklyn, after stretching took off the bandaid from the shot he got.
The young Second shook all over when remembering his near-death experience getting food poisoning. He still felt the taste of the raw meat lingering there in his mouth.
Holding his beak, Brooklyn did his best to contain himself until soon, he couldn't anymore, rushing to the toilet and throwing up. It took him a few moments to throw up the awful stuff he ate, mouth feeling dry and yucky, making him nauseous further.
Guards turned up then after he finished throwing up, holding cuffs and their taser sticks, which Brooklyn hated. His eyes were still weak from the food poisoning before. If they were here to make him to do another test he wouldn't do it, not after what happened!
Brooklyn shifted back into the wall, growling a warning feral-like. One of the men showed him his taser stick. "Now stop growling, freak of nature! Coldsteel wishes to test you himself. Now get on up!"
The red male wouldn't do it, pressing further back. "Get away!" He shouted hoarsely, ears lowered flat on his head, feeling more feral and anxious than before his capture.
"None of that resisting!" snapped the one on the left, suddenly poking Brooklyn's arm who yelped, rubbing it and crouching down, which allowed the men to grab him upward and take off the chain around his ankle, dragging the weary Brooklyn to his fate.
They pulled him down the hall until they entered into what looked like a large gym room to Brooklyn. Brook looked weakly about, managing to get at least some of his strength back, the humans shoving his body to the ground.
He heard Coldsteel letting out a sneering laugh. Brooklyn glanced over to see him on the other side of the room, his veins feeling rather chilled, wondering what kind of test this would be.
"I suppose you're wondering why I am here with you, Brooklyn? It is because I wish to at last fight you again." Coldsteel then revealed himself, his red eyes brimming with malice, flexing his metal shoulders.
Brook's ears flattened more, backing away. He still felt rather weak. How could he fight in his condition?! He shook his head. "Forget it, Coldsteel! I've had enough of this!" The red gargoyle roared; hands clenched.
The cyborg growled. "Then see how fast you can try to escape me, little whelp!" He challenged, shooting out his tentacles.
Brook's eyes rounded, dodging out of their way, collapsing to the ground, covering his head. Enraged, Coldsteel ran towards Brooklyn.
Brooklyn gasped, racing as fast as possible to the door, trying to pull on it but it was locked. He knew then he had no choice but to try surviving, legs shaking badly, crying out in pain when Coldsteel punched his face, sending him flying back down, stars winking in his vision.
Coldsteel grinned. "Not so impressive right now, are you?" He taunted. Brooklyn's hands clenched.
"Shut up!" He roared, charging forward again but Coldsteel used his metal tail to smack his chest, Brooklyn grunting in agony, falling down yet again. That would leave a pretty bad bruise on his skin for sure.
This time, Brooklyn wanted his chance to tackle his rival, white eyes shining bright, growling, as he charged head on towards the cyborg. Coldsteel let him do so, though he knew he couldn't really be hurt unless blown up with a bomb.
Brooklyn scratched and clawed at his shoulder and head, hissing violently.
"Hmph, not very strong if you can't even scratch me!" Coldsteel mocked, making Brooklyn angry.
"That's because you cheat!" Brook yelled back right as Coldsteel grasped his hair, holding him up with it, making Brooklyn shriek in pain, wanting him to let go!
Coldsteel's eyes blazed red right into Brooklyn's soul. "You dare call me a cheater!? I'm stronger than any of you or your clan!"
Brooklyn flinched and struggled. "It-It's still crazy that… you want to take… my body…!" Coldsteel then laughed, tossing him away against the wall again.
"Mostly that I missed being able to control a younger youth. It was rather fun last time, even if you were a little scrawny and lacking skills," the elder male said, his lips curled in a mocking smile that chilled Brooklyn in his veins, rubbing the back of his head.
"You-You won't get me… I'll-get… out…" he struggled to say until Coldsteel's tentacles grabbed him, tightening around his body, Brooklyn grunting out loud in agony, hating them greatly.
He kicked his feet, squirming inside their hold, feeling it squeeze his now round belly, which didn't feel so good, making him feel like it would have him throw up in here. Coldsteel saw that, shaking his head.
"Don't you think about throwing up, tiny hatchling. That just leaves room for you to lose weight." He threatened, squeezing roughly.
Brooklyn felt tears in his eyes from it, doing his best not to but it was rather hard. "I'm not… a hatchling!" He croaked, feet wiggling more so than before, wanting Coldsteel to let him loose!
Coldsteel pulled him over closer, his grin growing even more insane, Brooklyn feeling like he would lose all of his air, until eventually, the cyborg once again tossed him against the wall in a heap.
Brooklyn wheezed, struggling to get himself together, wishing he had his full strength and normal weight back to fight this monster. But with his overweighted belly, it made things harder than normal to do, sweat coming down his body.
"What a little fatty you are! Another sign that someone like you doesn't deserve leadership or… a girl…" Coldsteel then mocked, which made Brooklyn feel rather angry, growling.
"Shut up!" Brook bellowed, wiping his eyes as he ran at his nemesis, hissing in pain when Coldsteel at first scratched his shoulder then next, giving him a rather hard punch right in the gut, where his stomach was the most overweight and tender.
That punch alone was enough to drain what was left of Brooklyn's energy. The beaked male let out a scream, falling to the ground on his back, gripping his obese belly hard, eyes feeling bloodshot and sticky again from his crying, belly throbbing nonstop from the punch.
Coldsteel folded his arms in satisfaction. That really felt good to him to really punch this weak one. He watched him curl up there on the floor to try protecting himself, looking quite in pain and agony, unable anymore to stand up.
"Come on, get up! I want to keep up with our fight," Coldsteel taunted, kicking Brooklyn roughly.
Brook whimpered, keeping himself away from Iago's sharp and hard feet, not wanting to be punched in the gut again. "GET UP!" Coldsteel bellowed, grabbing a wing, throwing Brooklyn across the room where he landed in a sorry heap.
Brooklyn had a hard time looking in Coldsteel's direction, feeling raspy in his breathing, feebly struggling to keep away from Coldsteel's talons. Smirking wickedly, Coldsteel gripped Brooklyn's shoulder tightly, making his slave shout out, struggling again, flinching from the red glow in Iago's robot eyes.
"And Goliath believes you are the next leader, hmm? He had poor taste," Coldsteel mocked, shoving Brooklyn down to the floor again. Brooklyn's body lay there, unable to move very well but didn't feel like wanting to fight anymore, looking up at him sadly.
Soon, Coldsteel decided he was done playing with this hatchling, pulling a terribly weakened Brooklyn up, who kept holding his throbbing belly, which made him decide he wouldn't eat anything ever again. But Coldsteel had other plans though.
After taking him back to his cell, Coldsteel ordered the food to be brought in. Brook saw it in fear, still holding his stomach, cowering near his bed. "What's wrong? It's not poisoned this time…" purred Coldsteel in a teasing way, setting the tray down.
Brooklyn's eyes flashed. "I won't eat it! I won't eat anything anymore, not after what you did to me!" He choked, trembling all over.
Coldsteel frowned, holding out a burger insisting he eat it. "You're so close to the weight I desired your body to have, little slave. Now eat what is given to you!" Coldsteel pressed, moving it closer.
The younger gargoyle covered his head, belly gurgling from feeling sick, whimpering. "N-Never! Ne-never again!" He groaned, angering Iago even further.
He slammed the burger down harshly on the tray. "Very well then. If you won't eat, then I'll just have to shove it down your throat!" Coldsteel threatened, yelling to the guards to take Brooklyn to the exam room. Brooklyn tried to fight against them which irritated his belly further, talons raking along the floor while being dragged.
They soon entered the exam room where Brooklyn saw the doctor again, who seemed pretty eager to do this, having three cans of whatever kind of food it was nearby. It made Brook's belly gurgle at the sight of them, being dragged to the chair and strapped into it.
Brooklyn's ears were still very flat, and his eyes were wide and softened. "Please, don't…!" He begged fruitlessly, tugging hard to get free. Coldsteel put his hand near Brooklyn's stomach, who flinched up, not wanting to be punched again.
"This is what you get for not being willing to eat, Slave. Now, give it to him," Coldsteel ordered. Brooklyn panicked big time when seeing the feeding tube being brought over by two of the men.
He whimpered, struggling further as one of the men grabbed his beak. "Open your beak!" hissed the man on the left.
Brooklyn shook his head, eyes squeezed shut, struggling to keep the tube away from his mouth but it was no use, for Coldsteel wound up giving him a warning snarl, causing Brooklyn's movements to slow out of fear.
The doctor began to put the tube down into Brooklyn, who groaned from how uncomfortable it already was, the tube sliding further in which made his throat sore, until eventually it reached the stomach. At first, the doctor tested it with water, ensuring the tube wasn't in the wrong place.
Brooklyn wished he could taste the water that went down but it wasn't the case, only sliding down the tube and not touching his tongue at all. His tears flowed nonstop, unable to speak his discomfort as Coldsteel opened a can, grinning.
"Here comes your food, Slave. You'd better enjoy it," he said darkly, pouring the can down his victim's throat. The food felt cold going down the esophagus, Brooklyn shaking, belly feeling quite nauseous. Another man grabbed the next can, pouring that down too.
The young Second squirmed, unable to speak from the tube in his throat, trying to cough the tube back up but it was hopeless, forced to give into the force-feeding torture as the third can was now poured in, his belly feeling worse than from being kicked before.
I… I just wanna die… can't… suffer… anymore…! Brook wailed inwardly, his tears still falling freely, longing for the tube to come out. To his relief, eventually, the tube was finally pulled out. Brooklyn gave a sob from the pain of it coming out, Coldsteel laughing at his suffering.
Brooklyn gave big breaths when it was gone, stomach gurgling in agony, squirming to pull himself out of the chains to hold his belly until another hand not his own, cold and metallic, stroked it, his face feeling green from it.
"Hmmm… now that I think about it, this is a much more efficient way to fatten you up," said Iago evilly, rubbing Brooklyn's belly, who kept rasping.
"Don't… like it…" he croaked, making Coldsteel give him a light scratch on his cheek with his talons. "Not my problem of what you like! You will go back until we need you again!" The cyborg snarled, ordering the guards to take his slave back to his cell.
Brooklyn wiggled feebly in the guard's iron grip, belly feeling terrible, as he was thrown into his all too small confinement. He pretty much just laid there on the floor, unable to move an inch since being punched and force fed, longing again to have his freedom once more, even if he never wanted to go back to his clan after escaping.