For Brooklyn's next test, he had to reluctantly let them force his arms behind him before they transported him to a new room that was apparently gargoyle proof. The walls were so thick that he wouldn't be able to sink his talons in anywhere. His arms were uncuffed and he was left to explore the room, testing it and there was no chance of escape.

"There has to be a way out of here." Brooklyn felt along the walls.

Then, some vents in the high ceiling opened up and some green gas started filling the room. Brooklyn knew this was trouble. He started coughing and put one of his hands over his nose to try to stop breathing it in, but he had already breathed in enough of it that it easily made him go down onto his stomach.

Brooklyn tried to fight the gas and tried crawling to the wall, but it did no good. He was out shortly after. While he was asleep, the men also did another mean thing to him; tying his wing hands together so he wouldn't be able to use them to balance himself.

When he awoke from the gas, Brooklyn rubbed his head. He felt really dizzy. He also noticed how his injured wing felt even more on fire than before. He winced as he looked behind him and he saw his wing hands were tied up, hence the pain he felt from it.

With his wing hands tied up, he couldn't use them for gliding even if he could get away from these men. He also couldn't use them to wrap them around his body for comfort. He wrapped his arms around himself in sadness.

Then, he heard a noise. A creaking noise. Brooklyn immediately stood up in alarm. What now?

The wall on his left side started moving inward towards him. "You've got to be kidding." Brooklyn stated sadly.

The wall continued to move in, closer and closer. It got Brooklyn desperately trying to get out, yelling orders to let him out as well as pleas. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" He slammed his fists into the walls desperately.

But soon, the wall was up to him, and he had to try to stop the wall from closing in on him. He would be crushed if it didn't stop soon. Despite the pain in his wings, Brooklyn began pushing on the moving wall, using his feet to brace the other wall, which was not helping.

Just when he thought that he would be crushed to death, the wall stopped. Then it began to go back to the other side. After that, Brook was taken back to his room for a little while.

Brooklyn knew that he was already skinny, and he hadn't needed a wall to tell him that. He was just glad that it hadn't been allowed to crush him. He went to his bed to lie down.

….

The following night, Brooklyn felt his stomach growl much faster, after not having been fed for a few days.

But then, Sevarius finally decided to have Brooklyn fed again. He had a man bring a tray of food to him. There was a whole roast beef to eat, and Brooklyn was to eat all of it. That thing was huge! He also had something else brought in, a bottle of beer.

Brooklyn was shocked that it was alcohol. He looked at him hesitantly.

"You better drink all that beer or else there will be a good shocking." Sevarius warned him. He held out the remote threateningly.

Brooklyn ate the food first. "When will I get more water?" he asked.

"Later, now you better drink that beer." Anton ordered.

"Bet you're planning on getting me drunk?" Brooklyn declared. "Isn't there some other way?" He winced from nausea hurting his gut like usual.

"Rather to see how it affects a gargoyle. Now drink up. I'm not going to tell you again!" Anton ordered with an evil grin.

Brooklyn swallowed. He wasn't the biggest fan of alcohol. At the threat of being shocked a great deal, he reluctantly pulled off the cork in the bottle. Then he had to force himself to drink it. His stomach was already hurting from the food in it.

When the alcohol came in contact with the sore spot in his stomach inside him, that had an instant reaction in Brooklyn to stop and cry out. "OW! OH! Ugh! I can't! It HURTS!" The red gargoyle clutched his stomach in pain. His face was clinched up in pain too. Both his arms wrapped over his belly. He had to put the bottle down on the table.

Brooklyn stood and stumbled to the bed. He panted the whole way there. The amount of pain he was in was no joke. "AGGGGGHHH!" He screamed as he felt burning inside him. The nausea was intense too.

Anton wasn't quite expecting that, but the reaction was pleasing to see to him and his men. Brooklyn obviously wasn't drunk, but the device in his stomach had created something painful inside him that he definitely couldn't tolerate alcohol either.

"How does that feel?" The other man down there asked mockingly.

Brooklyn looked at him in protest. He bared his teeth in pain, both his hands clutching his painful belly. "You… you have no… idea how much this hurts!" He exclaimed. His chest and belly were heaving heavily just to breathe through the pain. "What… did you give me?!" Tears were in his eyes and starting to fall.

"Nothing in your food or drink." Anton lied. There had been a bit of a drug in Brooklyn's beer.

Brooklyn began to feel dizzy in his head and knew he had to rest. But it was impossible to rest with this intense nausea. The pain didn't stop either when it reached his intestines. It got him to bring his legs up as well just trying to find some position of comfort.

He wanted to go home. He wanted Hudson to hold him. But more so, he wished any of his mothers could have lived. He wanted a mom's comfort right now. His body temperature was shooting up and he felt hot, like a fever. His head also began spinning. He didn't feel good at all.

"If you… poisoned me… please… need anti-dote…" Brooklyn moaned to the men on the other side of the plastic cell.

The men were having too good a time watching the red monster go through this terrible stomach pain. They didn't want his pain to end anytime soon, but he knew he needed to get out of here.

This was probably the most serious stomach pain Brooklyn had ever felt. He was now lying on his back, trying to take slow, deep breaths, but it was still impossible to relax at all. He was also feeling some effects of heartburn too. His hands were both tightly clutching his painful belly.

"Please… make… the pain stop…" Brooklyn begged desperately. He couldn't move.

"Just go to sleep and when you wake up, it'll be gone." Anton came into the cell saying. He had something in his hand behind him. Some men were behind him.

Brook's eyes were closed. He didn't know what the men wanted with him now. He was in too much pain to move or do anything. Then, he felt the men grabbing his arms off his belly forcefully.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Brooklyn cried out in panic. "AGH!"

"This!" Anton answered when he shoved another hanky over his nose to breathe in a fume on it. Brook struggled and started squirming despite his pain, but it didn't last long the more he breathed it in. It made him go limp on the bed.

Once he was unconscious, Anton took the hanky off his nose. One man asked, "Are we going to take the devices out of his stomach?"

"Perhaps just the one in his upper stomach, but the one I placed in his intestine stays." Anton replied. "I want to see how his stomach looks as of right now to see how it's been hurting him for so long. Bring him."

The men carried the red male to the surgical room and tied down. His vitals were taken first and then a tube was placed in his throat to his lungs to keep him out. He was also hooked to an iv that would keep him out too.

Anton then proceeded to make an incision just under Brooklyn's ribs to try to find where the device was. He made a big cut into Brooklyn's stomach sac to find his answer.

The small device was on the upper part of the sac, hooked into the lining good. But surrounding it was also a big hole in the lining as well. Despite some healing every night, the device would remake the hole every night that Brooklyn ate something. Food touching it made it activate, thus why the gargoyle was always complaining of pain after eating or not wanting to eat. He had a serious stomach ulcer.

Anton was pleased with what the device had done to his prisoner. Nevertheless, he cut the device off of Brooklyn's stomach lining. Then he went about burning the lining to close the hole wound. Some more stone sleep would take care of it, but he was still going to keep the remaining one in his intestine longer. Then the stomach sac was sewn up good and tight before the other tissues were sewn up too all the way to the surface.

There was a nice set of sutures along Brooklyn's stomach right after the surgery was over. He was carried back to his room on a stretcher.

"I got more plans for him yet." Anton declared sinisterly. The men couldn't wait to punish him more.

….

Brooklyn awoke from the anesthesia a couple hours later. He was dizzy in his head but when he tried to sit up, he was instantly forced back down when a pain erupted in his stomach. "AGH!" He cried out.

He panted and raised his head to look down. He saw a line of stitches across his poor belly. The quality of the stitches was good. But if there was another thing he felt, the deep burning pain that he felt before seemed a lot better.

With his left hand, he gently felt at the stitches in his skin. They felt weird to touch but for whatever reason they were in there, he wasn't about to tear them out. His stone sleep would heal the wound. It had definitely been a good-sized wound.

Brooklyn stayed on the bed to rest the rest of the night. He kept a hand on his belly. But given the drugs still in his system and pain he was in, he just wanted to sleep anyway. He ended up falling asleep again until sunrise.

…

For Demona, she went to the lab to see how the growth of the embryo was taking off again and she was pleased. It was definitely growing well in the tube since it was being grown in there on a nourishing piece of her uterus compared to just the test tube.

Anton had told her what they had done to Brooklyn last night and she had approved. It had been time to remove the device, at least the first one. But with what Demona had endured during her miscarriage, she also wanted Brooklyn to feel a bit of pain of what she had felt. She was still upset about that.

"There is a way that we could simulate what you felt for the miscarriage, my dear." Anton told her.

"Don't play with me, Sevarius." Demona warned him.

"I'm not playing with you. I know of a special machine that we could hook him up to and simulate labor." Anton rectified his words.

"Hm, please tell me more." Demona said, intrigued.

"With it, there are some patches that we put on the muscles of his belly and hook the wires to the machine that controls the level of pain. The uterus will dilate to ten centimeters in labor usually, so there are ten levels of the machine that will simulate labor." Anton explained.

"The only thing that's missing is the big belly part." Demona declared.

"I know where to get a pouch that we could put on top of his belly to simulate pregnancy too." Anton replied.

"Sounds intriguing." Demona smiled. "But how fares my child?"

"It's fine for how small it is right now." Anton replied. "But it'll keep on growing."

"Good. Let Brooklyn recover for a few days, let him have a meal and then we'll do the test." Demona ordered.

"Yes, Milady." Anton replied. "And ideas on what you want to name the baby once you know if it's a boy or girl?"

"No, I don't yet." She stated. "I need more time on that yet. I still haven't even come up with a name for my son that I lost."