Watson and the men had allowed Brooklyn a few days in his room to let his hearing return. It was difficult for Brook, sometimes weeping softly after Carlos would sometimes come in and tease him about not being able to hear.

"Deaf little devil! This is what you deserve!" leered Carlos, striking Brooklyn harshly, who recoiled, unable to hear what he said, but knew the man had insulted him, shutting his eyes.

"Go away!" He cried, hiding against the wall, scared at not being able to hear even his own voice. Carlos just laughed meanly, kicking their toy to the floor.

"This is just so much fun!" Carlos told him, grabbing Brooklyn's hair, yanking up the poor gargoyle, who screeched, then threw him back down in a heap.

"Have fun being deaf!" He jeered, leaving Brooklyn alone to cry, wanting his hearing to return so they would stop teasing him this way, but at the same time didn't want to hear their insults anymore.

During the days he had been crying hard, and wished for Hudson to be here to help him.

Hudson... I- I can't hear! Help me! He whimpered in his head, shaking, longing for the elder gargoyle's comforting hugs more than ever, eventually crying himself to sleep, wiping his eyes. Nobody answered his cries for help.

One day though, Brooklyn woke to a faint noise: sounding like his own breathing.

C-can I hear again? Brooklyn thought in small joy, a faint smile on his face. To test it, he coughed to see if he could hear that, and he could.

He shook with relief from this, but with nerves, about what Watson had in mind for him with another test, holding himself timidly, eyeing the door.

...

Meanwhile, Watson and his men were talking about their next test; a second hunger one.

"Ya think that devil still remembers real food? After what we were doing to him, I hardly think so," Charlie said, watching Brooklyn in the cameras, who was so thin you can see his ribcage, eyes sunken and terrified, staring at the door.

Watson himself smiled, placing his fingers together. "I actually had this sort of test in mind for him. If he can't hold in real food anymore, it will give us the advantage of being able to keep feeding him by that special tube. I want you all to get my little plaything's test ready, I'm going to go check on him. You two come with me," he told the thickset guards, who always looked forward to restraining that red monster.

...

Brooklyn jumped, eyes rounding as his cell opened at last, revealing the doctor and those two awful thugs.

"I trust you can hear me again?"

Brooklyn just ignored him now, looking away. "I'd rather not to..." he said hoarsely from most of the screaming he did. Brook flinched from the shackle pressing into his skin.

"Well, be grateful that we didn't take away your hearing permanently, ungrateful demon!" Watson snarled. "And soon, after your eventual final test, you can learn who to respect!" he threatened. Brook turned, eyes glowing. No way would he respect this mad doctor!

Watson ordered the guards to haul Brooklyn to his feet. He rubbed Brooklyn's belly. Brook moaned softly in pain from his hand touching those wounds.

"Perhaps you're hungry, hmm?" Brooklyn wouldn't talk, shifting weakly in the guards' arms. He just didn't have an appetite for any food. Watson growled, smacking him. "Answer my question; are you hungry?"

Shaking, he replied. "Y-yes..." the red gargoyle whimpered. Watson smirked, tracing his gloved finger along his bruised cheek. "Well done for responding to me. And to reward you, we have a special little treat. Come, Toy." He crooned.

This really scared him. No! They're gonna force feed me again! He wailed quietly, but couldn't pull free. He was locked in place, as they pulled him along.

Watson led him to the gym. Brooklyn stifled a small whimper, not wanting to go in. But when he was pulled in, he gasped softly.

All sorts of food was on a table. His heart thumped, brain struggling to recall what some of that stuff was, no thanks to the non-stop force feeding Brooklyn he never had a chance to enjoy other foods. They sat him down in a chair in front of it, his stomach letting loose a big rumble.

Watson stood close to him. "What do you think, Monster? Do you remember any of this?"

Brooklyn looked up at him fearfully at what the man would do to him. "Vaguely. What do you want from me?"

"I want to see if you can eat like you normally would, to see if we need to keep feeding you through the tube in your stomach." Watson explained. "And you better eat it unless you want worse consequences."

Brooklyn then glanced at the food. The smells coming from it all was so enticing. It made his belly growl again. It was telling him it wanted that food more than anything. The guards had momentarily let go of his arms.

He was still wary of wanting to eat the food after having been mistreated for so long and poisoned before. Brooklyn didn't want to be drugged up again.

"How do I know the food isn't poisoned or drugged again?" Brooklyn demanded.

"It's not, I assure you." Watson replied.

"But how do I know that?"

Watson got infuriated that his prize wasn't cooperating. "You want to be squeezed or poked again?!" he growled at him.

"No."

"Then eat!"

Brooklyn swallowed in fear. He went to go do as he was told. He hoped he would be able to eat normally. He still kept a watch on the humans around him though, to see if they were going to grab him and prevent him from eating this delicious looking buffet.

There were pieces of chicken, turkey, ham, mixed vegetables and fruits all set before him. There was even punch on the table to get as a drink.

Brooklyn warily moved his chair closer to the table and took a plate that was on it and began to get pieces of food from all the choices available. He hoped his stomach would accept eating like how he used to and not from just the tube. This just seemed too good to be true. He got some punch too.

He swallowed hard and hoped he would be able to eat and keep it down. These men had tampered with and harmed his stomach terribly ever since he had come to be in their possession again.

Brook picked up a piece of turkey first and bit into it. The taste on his taste buds was incredible! He had missed eating the normal way. He began to eat a little faster it tasted so good!

"Slow down." Watson warned him.

Brooklyn did so. He realized that if he didn't, he could make himself sick. He hadn't eaten normally for so long. He managed to eat that whole piece of turkey, but it wasn't what he expected when he felt churning in his stomach all too suddenly.

He clamped his hands on his beak. He could feel the food coming back up again. Brooklyn tried to get up and get to the nearest toilet or trash can, but the men held him down. "Don't think so." A guard said.

Brooklyn's breathing picked up in panic. He looked up at Watson. His beak bulged with the food coming up.

"Swallow it!" The man ordered.

Brooklyn tried to make it go down again. The food went down again, but it ended up being pushed up once again. This time, Brook just let it go onto the floor. The doctor backed away in disgust. Brooklyn was panting hard.

"You did that on purpose, you freak!" One of the guards yelled. Watson was angry at that because the vomit got on his shoes. He pushed the button on the remote.

Brooklyn yelped and held his stomach. "Agh! Stop! Oh! I couldn't... hold it down..." he pleaded. "Please... stop..."

After a few minutes, the shackle loosened. His breathing was heavy. Brooklyn rubbed his sore belly. He looked up in sadness at the evil men.

"Well, this was to see if you could eat normally again. Apparently, you can't then." Watson declared. "I must see what's going on. Take him." he ordered the men.

The guards forced Brooklyn up again and he was taken to the exam room and forced onto his back.

Watson was all too happy to cut into the gargoyle's belly to see what the fuss was. Brooklyn gave a pleading look and shook his head no.

"No. No, please, no." Brooklyn pleaded desperately.

"Oh, but I must to see what's going on."

Brooklyn ended up screaming in pain as he felt the blade of the scalpel dig into his flesh again. He didn't have much strength left to fight, but he squirmed in his bonds as much as he could. Why did the doctor have to keep hurting him? He had had enough.

The pain became too much and Brooklyn blacked out during the surgery. But when Watson finished opening him up, he saw that there was considerable damage to the esophagus that wouldn't let the food pass. Oh, this was rich! Another way to get at the gargoyle. He could only be tube fed with the esophagus this way.

The skin was sewn up again. He wouldn't tell Brooklyn of what he discovered. He would be delighted to keep tube feeding the red devil. He would wait until he was awake again though.

....

After several hours, Brooklyn awoke and he found himself still on the gurney, strapped down. He looked around warily and saw the doctor standing over him, grinning evilly. Brooklyn groaned and flinched.

"It seems that you are still going to be tube fed only. Give it to him, boys!" Watson ordered.

"No!" Brooklyn begged.

The tube was put into the hole and more cans of food were put into his empty stomach. Those he wouldn't reject unless his stomach was pressed on while freshly full.

Brooklyn's tears couldn't stop coming down while they fed him, upset and scared he couldn't eat normally. He was now afraid of being a burden again to his clan should they find him and discover he can't eat right anymore.

"That's because you are nothing but a weak little burden, whether you'd be able to eat or not." Sneered Dream Thailog's voice in his head. Brooklyn bared his teeth, stomach clenching in pain and sorrow while the third can was put down the tube into his sore tummy.

"No... you're still lying..." he whispered. Thailog just cackled. "Am I, little plaything? Am I lying? You'll eventually see the truth if your family gets you home or not."

Watson smirked at seeing his prize letting loose some tears and mumbling under his breath. He was probably hearing Thailog speaking to him again, and heck he hadn't even drugged him at all!

They finished feeding him and took Brooklyn back to his room. Watson watched them chaining up Brooklyn once more, his face still having a sad look, ears falling down. The doctor put a hand on his prize's shoulder.

"It is ok if you can't eat by yourself. That means I can keep feeding you how I want to." Watson sneered before leaving Brooklyn by himself.

Brooklyn wiped his eyes, after lying against the wall. His stomach gurgled painfully from struggling to eat normally again. All he wanted now was for these men to stop hurting him and to leave him alone.