Brooklyn Kidnapped: Revenge

Chapter 15

The men were now debriefing on Brooklyn's condition and tests, and deciding on what to do with him now. Watson sat at the head of the table, smiling sinisterly.

"We're getting close, Gentlemen, I can feel it. It will be so enjoyable when we finally brand that demon devil with our Master's mark!"

One man stood. "When will he get it?" He growled in a deep voice.

"Patience. Just three or more tests, along with his final one that could really bring him down. I've been thinking of poisoning him next, not just from bad food. Actual poison."

Carlos smiled too. He remembered when he had Thailog poison their toy, and he longed to do it again.

"Yes... let's poison him!" He agreed, laughing darkly. Watson nodded.

"We'll get it ready, then set up his next force feeding to give that beast the poisoning he deserves..." the doctor said maliciously.

The group then proceeded with getting a dangerous plant Watson found to extract the poison; which was known as Oleander. Dangerous to anybody who ate it or drank its juice. Watson himself did the extraction, having Carlos and Charlie wear gloves to hold the plant to bring it to him.

Watson held the plant, squeezing as much as he could to fill up the cup that he would mix in with his victim's food. He smiled as he finished, taking the cup over and pouring just enough dosage into the can of food.

"That should be enough to give our prisoner some pain for a while. Go get him, it's time for him to eat." Watson instructed, nodding to the two big thugs, who chuckled dangerously when heading to Brooklyn's room.

....

It was another three days; and Brooklyn felt even worse after they broke his wing despite it being in the splint now. The sun shone beautifully into his room, but the young gargoyle hardly acknowledged it. He could still barely tell what was beautiful or fun after knowing nothing but pain, misery, neglect, and abuse for so long.

Brooklyn's eyes welled with tears, staring down at the floor in despondency, hardly moving any part of his body if he wanted pain. His wings were now broken aside from his tail and sprained ankle and terribly wounded belly, plus Brooklyn's loincloth was even more worn down, hardly offering any coverage anymore.

He could move his hands though, hiding his face in them and crying bitterly, cursing these humans to go to hell.

He was afraid what would happen when they did mark him. What would they do? It scared Brooklyn dreadfully to think about that, and he trembled.

Just gotta get out... Brook thought, his crying causing him to breathe in panicked gasps. It didn't help when sometimes Thailog whispered into his head. And he could almost feel his breath, though it was only an illusion.

"Oh, naive, weak plaything," cooed Thailog viciously. Brooklyn gritted his teeth. "N-not weak!" He hiccuped, shaking. Thailog simply laughed, making Brook shut his eyes, wishing his wings weren't broken to hug himself.

Then the cell opened, Charlie leading in the two guards, and Brooklyn shied away, tears still falling.

"You hungry? I'm sure you must be!" sneered Charlie, reaching out to grab Brooklyn, who continued to shy away from them, breathing harsh and ragged.

"No... am-am not...!" He said tearfully like a small hatchling. After everything he didn't want food, especially not anymore of that awful canned stuff. He had also forgotten what good food tasted like, and fruit. They never gave him a healthy diet of anything than being fed by that tube.

Charlie snarled as he signaled the guards. "No more resistance from you, Devil. You will be fed today, and be grateful!" Those vice-like hands took Brook up harshly, causing him to shriek softly, dragging him off to the examination room.