Watson on another day knew then that the time was practically upon them when Brooklyn would finally get Thailog's mark for good. He enjoyed how they had poisoned him, but he had even worse poisons other than oleander. He spoke with his men.

"We are now on his final test, gentlemen. And we will do another stomach strength test."

The men all smirked with triumph, looking forward to giving that devil the branding he deserved. Watson then went to see his trophy, who was huddled in a corner, shuddering with stomach sickness and sniffling, pushing his hair out of his face to see his abuser coming close.

"Get... get back!" he croaked, chest rising up and down rapidly, Watson stepping in close, then using the shackle, squeezing his victim into crying in terrible agony.

"I came to deliver you to your final test. And see if you are finally worthy to earn that mark." Brooklyn looked at him with terrified, sunken eyes. He didn't want this to happen!

He gave him a pleading face. "Don't want it... please...!" Brook sobbed, holding his stomach. Watson slapped him again.

"If you don't want worse pain, then keep following my orders. Now come!" He snarled, the thugs hauling him up and taking poor Brooklyn away, who felt so deprived of strength he slumped in their hold, feet dragging on the floor, gasping from his still swollen ankle.

He was pulled back into the gym, where a whole group of men led by Carlos and Charlie stood waiting for him with terrible gazes that made Brooklyn shake with fright, held onto the floor by the thugs.

"Leave me alone! Stop doing this to m-me!" sobbed Brooklyn while Charlie hooked Brooklyn's shackle to the chain that would pull him up again like before. His arms were cuffed behind his back.

Watson held up Brooklyn's chin to gaze into the young toy's saddened and scared face. "Since you are mine, I will keep giving you what you deserve. Now, for your final test to begin..." he said in a soft, deadly voice.

Brooklyn wiggled in his bonds, gasping erratically, starting to feel his feet already leaving the floor. His jaw clenched while that terrible shackle squeezed up his belly hard while hanging mid-air. The men's laughing surging in his body.

"AHHH! HUDSON!" screamed Brook, kicking his legs in pain. Charlie laughed.

"Listen to the pathetic devil calling his old monster friend!" He sneered heartlessly.

As he was being lifted further into the air, Brooklyn could hear the cranking of the chain going. Now he could feel the shackle just deliberately putting so much pressure into his stomach. He had to use his stomach muscles from squeezing him so badly, but it hurt so much, just trying to breathe was hard.

When the chain got him twelve feet in the air, the chain stopped lifting him, then it made a big jolt, bumping him about. "AGH!" Brooklyn cried out. He winced from the pain.

Now that he was up here, how long was this going to last? Another thirty minutes? An hour? All day? If it was all day, Brooklyn didn't think he would make it that long. His belly had already been hurting prior to this situation and it wasn't helping him any now.

Brooklyn could feel the constant pressure building inside his middle hurting him. As he would try to breathe, he would have to relax his muscles and it hurt even more. His head started feeling dizzy.

Down below, Watson told Carlos, "You know what to do next."

Carlos replied, "Of course. I can't wait!" He left to go do what was planned next for the gargoyle.

In the chain above, Brooklyn didn't know how much longer he was going to last from just hanging for a few minutes. When he felt some strong jolts of pain going through his stomach, he winced and pulled in his legs up, gasping and squirming. "Oh! Let... me... down..." Brook gasped painfully.

"No way! This is too much fun seeing you like this!" Charles sneered at him.

Brooklyn really wished he had the strength of his full healthy form to show these evil humans what it felt like to be in pain this way.

For the next half hour, the red gargoyle had to struggle just to maintain his breathing and shifting as much as he could in the shackle when the pressure became too much in one spot, but all the same, his belly was hurting no matter what. His muscles hurt too from just trying to keep his organs from being pressed in all the time, but it surely happened. His heart was beating heavily just trying to supply extra blood to those organs and trying to breathe.

Brooklyn thought he was going to lose consciousness by the time he heard the chain crank and he began to be lowered back to the floor, slowly. He couldn't wait to get his feet back on the floor. He squirmed and moved about just trying to get loose sooner. He grunted hard. "Get... this... off... me!" He snarled.

When his feet finally touched the floor again, Brooklyn took a big gulp of air, and he panted hard. His head felt so dizzy. He couldn't help it that he finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The men came up to him. Watson checked his throat for a pulse. It was there.

"He's getting weaker, Men. We must hurry our efforts if he is to get the mark." Watson said.

"What do we do with him in the meantime?" Another man asked.

"Leave him there. He'll come out of it sooner or later. Keep his arms behind him. He's not going anywhere." Watson ordered.

The men left the gym to go do what they needed to do for the final test. This had just been part of it.

.....

Brooklyn lay on the ground, out of it for a couple of hours. When he came to, he felt like he would puke. His stomach hurt like the dickens. He managed to sit up and struggled his arms in the cuffs, but they wouldn't loosen. He gave up and just sat there, trying to regain his senses.

He remembered them saying this was his final test. He needed to get out of here and fast! He didn't want that mark! He didn't care about the shackle then. He would find a way to get it off when he was away from here.

When he caught his breath enough, he pushed himself to his feet and began to try to pull at the chain in the ceiling. He wasn't really at full par. He began grunting and growling trying to get loose. Brooklyn was giving all the strength he had to try to get loose.

He started to feel crumbling pieces coming from the ceiling. It gave the gargoyle hope and he continued pulling. Then he heard, "Hold it right there!"

Brooklyn turned and he saw the two big thug guards standing there, one with a pistol in his hand. "You better stop that if you know what's good for ya." He warned him.

"Look, just... let me go..." Brooklyn glared at the gun.

"I don't think so. We're here to bring you to the next test." The other one said.

"I thought Watson said this was my final test?" Brooklyn asked.

"Oh, this is just another part of it before the best part of all!" The one with the gun jeered.

The two of them got closer and finally unhooked the chain from the shackle. "Now, MOVE ON!" The one with the gun ordered.

Brooklyn managed to walk even on his hurt foot. He was taken back to the exam room. "No!" He said in fright.

"Oh yes. Bring him forward!" Watson grinned evilly up ahead.

"NO! I don't want it!" Brooklyn yelled as the two guards began to pull on his arms, and pushing him from behind. He was forced to the table and tied down again, where he struggled some more. His eyes were bright and wide with fear and tears. "Please NO!"

Then, the tube was brought forth. "Oh, just a celebrity meal for you of sorts since you made it to your final test, Devil." Watson sneered.

Brooklyn calmed down a bit, but was still scared. Little did he know what would happen after that that would take quite a while to heal.

Brooklyn had no choice but to let the men put the tube into his stomach and put the cans of food into his system. He wasn't really hungry right now, but it didn't matter to these evil humans. They didn't care about his comfort levels. They just wanted to do him harm. He could feel his stomach filling with the canned, cold food. He was starting to feel bloated again.

But on the last can of food, Watson had an opened can and something bad had been mixed into it. That gargoyle would have no idea what was going to give him the biggest and best punishment of all!

When the meal for him was over, the tube was taken out and Brooklyn could only glare up at his captors. What was next?

"Now that you have completed all the tests to prove you are worthy of getting our Master's mark, it is now time to get it done." Watson proclaimed proudly.

Brooklyn's breathing sped up. "I don't want it." he said.

"We don't care what you want, Monster! You're getting it!" Charles sneered at him.

Watson then said, "Carlos, bring it in."

Brooklyn raised his head and looked about frantically. He saw Carlos come in with something in his hands. His eyes widened when he saw a fire hot branding iron with a particular shape on it, that looked a bit like gargoyle wings and a big T on it.

"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!!" Brooklyn yelled at the top of his lungs. He began to struggle with everything he had in him to not get that big fire branding on him.

The men were pleased to see their prey acting like this. It made it all the more fun to do it to him.

The cuffs held strong in holding Brooklyn down while he struggled to free himself. Then, he felt his shackle tighten on his stomach. It got super tight, causing him to stop moving about. His belly was already super tender and numb too from the test.

The tightening was the perfect distraction for Brooklyn to look away. Watson took the iron and got close to his prisoner with it. He eyed a body part and aimed for it. He knew the perfect spot for it.

Watson aimed and put the iron to Brooklyn's right bicep.

"AGGGGGGH!" Brooklyn screamed in pain as he felt the branding be done to his skin. For several seconds that seemed to last hours, then the iron was removed, leaving a mark there with gargoyle wings and a big T there on his bicep now.

"Now you have our Master's mark forever!" Watson laughed sinisterly.

Tears fell from Brook's eyes. He had never wanted this mark. His arm hurt and stung from the branding.

"Take him back to his room before we decide on what to do with him next." Watson ordered.

The guards uncuffed the sobbing gargoyle and pulled him to his feet. He was dragged back to his cell where he was once again chained up and left alone. But on their way out, Brooklyn got angry and he used the talons of his left hand to reach out and slash the second guard's calf area on his right leg.

The man cried out and fell to the ground in pain. The other guard turned around and pulled out his gun. "Why you monster! Now you're going to get it!"

Brooklyn was on the ground already and he was so shocked he didn't have time to move. He gasped and the man ran up and kicked him in his ribs.

Brook felt something crack inside him. He cried out and held his ribs.

"Don't you ever do that again, or I'll have the boss arrange for something even more horrifying for a punishment for you!" The other guard began to help his comrade out of the room, limping. There was blood coming off his leg.

There would be a good bruising on Brook's left side ribs. The man might have cracked a rib or just really bruised up. He just wanted out of this evil joint.

It was night time out and Brooklyn glanced out his window. "When are you guys coming to get me out of here? It's been weeks and you still haven't saved me. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last, Hudson!" He prayed for his clan to come get him.

Brooklyn looked down at his right bicep, seeing the evil mark there. He never had wanted to be Thailog's property. And now he was with this mark. He hoped his clan would still be coming to get him. He would die soon if they didn't get him out of here.

But the mark was the last thing that would soon be on his mind. Inside him, the poison that had been mixed with his food given to him most recently was also going to begin doing its job. It was just beginning to affect Brooklyn's digestive organs, resulting in painful nausea and digestion.

Brooklyn went to his corner where he usually went after being put back in here. His whole body just felt like it was in pain. Sprained ankle, possible new broken ribs, branding, broken wing, being starved to death, hardly any water and being dehydrated. It was all part of him possibly dying soon, obviously what these evil humans wanted. His body would no doubt go to science dissection or worse; be treated like a trophy.

If he died even back home, Brooklyn would much rather his body get an honest gargoyle funeral rather than be a prize for these humans to exploit.

"Please, get me out of here, guys." Brooklyn thought and cried to himself again.