Brooklyn continued to cry over the next few days ever since the betrayal, becoming sleep deprived and exhausted. His new shackle delivered the pain he felt he deserved after stupidly trusting his kidnapper.

Hot tears flooded down his cheeks nonstop, sniffling, and occasionally wincing whenever Brooklyn's new spiked shackle delivered a stomach pain.

Why am I so stupid? I don't know now if I even deserve the leadership title or freedom... He thought sadly to himself, hugging his arms close for some sort of comfort, head looking downwards in utter shame and humiliation.

Suddenly, his door opened. Emitting a hoarse cry of fear, Brooklyn pulled himself into a dark corner, holding his knees close as much as his new shackle would allow, hiding his head in between his legs. Brooklyn couldn't bear to see Thailog ever again after what he had been put through.

Thailog smiled at seeing his plaything all worked up and timid. In his mind, this would for sure have him lose his confidence about being the next leader.

"Come out, Plaything," he taunted, pressing the button, injecting the pain into Brooklyn's stomach. Brooklyn kept his face hidden, trying to ignore the pain, until a harsher one made him come out.

He trembled, eyes looking quite lifeless and terrified beyond measure, as Thailog stepped close, eyes shining red with mad glee.

"Your new collar still works. Good. I wish to test it on you some more, in front of my men," Thailog purred. Brooklyn trembled more, as he reluctantly allowed Thailog to guide him out.

Brooklyn felt hunched over, walking slowly behind Thailog, who had his chain attached to his shackle, occasionally tugging on it and Thailog saying, "Keep walking." He wanted to sink into the floor as they entered the cafeteria. Food smells washed over Brooklyn again, his stomach rumbled. But with this new shackle, he doubted he would be able to eat properly ever again, so Brooklyn decided not to stare at the men eating and kept looking down.

His stomach erupted as Thailog used the button again, the big spike delivering more pain in Brooklyn's insides, as they walked among the men, some of them throwing garbage at Brooklyn ruthlessly.

"Stooped so low, hasn't he?"

"He looks like a chained up and abused puppy!"

Brooklyn breathed shakily with anger and numb emotion as he walked, his head swimming with emptiness and overwhelming pain that he stumbled, falling on his hands and knees again. The laughter grew.

"It is still so pitiful to watch!"

"Why don't you cry? I would still love to see you grovel!"

Their mocking rang in his brain like before. Brooklyn bit his tongue to hold in his tears that threatened to come, not wishing to lose what remained of his dignity and become a sobbing little hatchling in front of Thailog, who sent him more pain from his shackle.

Thailog noticed him stumble, pressing the button, and witnessed his plaything whimper slightly, but trying to keep a firm glare on his face.

They kept going, until Thailog decided his plaything had done well enough, his face looking full of pain and sadness when they reached the end of the cafeteria.

Thailog held up Brooklyn's chin again. "So, how do you feel, my Plaything? Do you think you can be a leader now? Well, this shackle will prove otherwise. But you passed your test." Brooklyn shut his eyes, taking in shuddering breaths, unable to speak still.

Thailog growled a little from lack of words from his plaything, dragging him back, then throwing the red one in, where Brooklyn collapsed to the floor, feeling too weak to get up again for quite a while, the spikes continuing to scratch against his skin and torture his insides.

....

Two hours later, Brooklyn opened his eyes, giving a hoarse breath from being deprived of fresh air, and from the spikes on his shackle digging into him. He stared up at his window, which had both glass and bars covering it. Sunlight filtered through.

His lungs cried at him to go outside, and the surroundings spun, making Brooklyn whimper in desperation. If he didn't get fresh air soon, he could suffocate, plus he needed to break free from this living hell.

Brooklyn winced as he pushed himself up, small heat waves pulsing in his head, hissing as the big spike delivered more pain. Moaning, he staggered to the window. He needed air, and he needed to get out...!

Growling, Brooklyn managed to reach the window, and ignoring that his left arm was still rather weak from being broken and still healing, he shouted aloud then began hitting the window with all his strength, tears beginning to flood down his face.

"Please, PLEASE!" He sobbed, pushing against the window with all his might with his fists, until finally the glass shattered, but with a price.

He barely felt the glass scratching his hands, and embedding into his arms, mostly the big pieces, making blood come out. Brooklyn didn't care, he only cared about getting fresh air, trying to put his head through the bars once the window was broken, smelling the air as best as he could until Brooklyn lost his balance, blood loss making him dizzy, slumping to the floor.

Brooklyn turned to see what had happened to him from breaking the window: and nearly threw up seeing glass shards poking into his arms, blood trailing down. Crying, he began trying to pull them out, but they were stuck hard into him as if it was personal.

That was when the cell door opened. Brooklyn had enough in him to see a dark taloned hand reach to grab him before he fell unconscious.

....

When Thailog had come to see his plaything, he didn't expect to hear shattering glass. This made him angry, knowing what that noise was, bursting through the cell door, to see Brooklyn lying down on the floor surrounded by broken glass from the window, glass pieces stuck in his skin, eyes fluttering to unconsciousness.

He grabbed his plaything, hauling him over his shoulder and took him to the medic room. The doctor would fix Brooklyn and he was going to ask him what he was doing.

The doctor had Brooklyn lie on a gurney again, doing his job of taking away the glass from the red gargoyle's skin. Brooklyn stirred once a couple more were removed, along with his blood loss being taken care of, opening his eyes weakly and seeing Thailog.

Thailog looked quite mad, as he gripped Brooklyn's shoulder. "And what did you think you were trying to pull?" He asked darkly. "Had you been trying to escape me again?"

Brooklyn trembled, as he tried to come up with an answer that didn't involve Thailog breaking anything else. "I-I really needed the air," he whispered hoarsely, flinching as another piece of glass was removed. Thailog settled for this, knowing now he had yet to provide a test for Brooklyn that involved the outside, as long as none of his clan spotted him.

Maybe this could be another way to bring him down. Because of his previous sound test, Brooklyn would be very skittish of the outside, and get scared around others. And he wouldn't want to leave my side. Yes... that sounds perfect...

Thailog then smiled sickly. "Oh, was that all? Well since you have that shackle, you won't be able to escape because I'm bringing you out for a bit." he purred. Brooklyn's eyes rounded at this.

"I don't know if-if I can trust you again," he mumbled, looking away.

"I know, but when your arms are done being taken care of, I'll be kind this one last time to take you for your needed air," he then decided, squeezing Brooklyn's shoulder tightly with his sharp talons. "And don't ever do what you tried to do again!" Thailog threatened, with one harsher squeeze, causing Brooklyn to give out a tiny whine of pain.

"Y-yes," he whimpered. Thailog nodded approvingly, tracing his finger under his chin again and leaving the doctor to finally bandage Brooklyn's arms for the next hour.

....

After Brooklyn was allowed to rest for a while, Thailog came to bring him out, attaching his chain to his shackle.

"Come, Plaything, it is time for your outside walk," Thailog murmured silkily, tugging, and pressing the button, and injecting pain through Brook, who again flinched with pain, forced to stand, but deep down, he was looking forward to breathing the fresh air.

It was night, since Thailog did mention before that when they left the building, their turn to stone ability would return. Thailog of course would bring his plaything back well before that.

He grinned sinisterly down at Brooklyn before opening the door. Brooklyn gasped a bit at feeling that fresh air rushing to meet him. After five weeks, nothing felt better than that. His broken wings ruffled, as he longed to glide away, and savor all this fresh air away from his enemies. But Thailog prevented this by making the collar hurt him again, and grabbed his face.

"Don't get used to this, Plaything," he sneered. Brooklyn nodded timidly, as Thailog let his face go, and pulled the chain hard, making him walk.

The two wandered along mostly empty streets, following with an occasional car passing by. Since Brooklyn had been unable to be among other kinds of noises not counting the noise test, some occasional noises made him feel nervous, eyes darting about in the city streets.

One loud crash noise made Brooklyn jump terribly, his skin tingly, as a group of thugs appeared, one of them holding a chain. "What do we have here boys? A pair of devil gargoyles it looks like to me!" Thailog growled.

"Clear off, Pests. Me and my plaything are minding our own business," he hissed. The leader sneered, eyeing a scared Brooklyn as well as the shackle.

"Plaything, eh, gargoyle? Don't mind if we play with him?" he asked. But Thailog instantly grabbed his throat. "No, he belongs to me, and me alone. Now go before I wring your necks!" He bellowed in a devilish voice, making them run.

Thailog turned back to Brook, who cowered, shaking, as he cupped his head in his hand. "You just stay with me now, for others may come and make you their plaything. But you're mine, remember that always..." he said in a scary tone that made Brooklyn feel sick, his stomach churning, as they kept going.

Thailog stopped at a particularly nice spot near the lake in Central Park, where Brook could feel that wonderful wind soothing his aches in his body, a small moan of happiness escaping his mouth after being sad for so long. Thailog chuckled in cold amusement at his plaything's reactions to being back outside again, allowing him to feel relaxed before doing something to remind him he was still a prisoner.

Brooklyn heard the water lapping against the shore that calmed him greatly, sitting down, closing his eyes, and taking calm breaths. He wished he could stay here forever, even getting brave and moving near the water to touch it.

"Oh, I don't think so..." sneered Thailog after he pressed the button on the remote, making Brook tense and gasp in pain, buckling onto the grass from those evil spikes.

Thailog took hold of his shoulder, pulling him to his feet. For the night was now beginning to end and Thailog called it in. The dark clone towered over Brooklyn with his glowing devil red eyes that made him feel terrified, wishing to pull away and hide in the trees.

"We're done with our walk now, Plaything. It is time for you to return to your room. I trust you will obey?" he purred. Brooklyn shook, tears coming, as he nodded. Thailog smirked.

"And don't think I'm going to be this generous again anytime soon," he then said leeringly, tugging the chain, making Brooklyn walk back with him to the building.

They returned, ending with Thailog putting Brooklyn back in his cell. The glass in the window had been repaired so Brooklyn couldn't smell the fresh air any longer. Brook made small whimpers, going back to his corner, tears falling. He was gonna miss all that wonderful fresh air.

The tears fell more, as he hugged his legs again, struggling to ignore the pain in his stomach and arms while falling asleep, dreaming of gliding through the night sky with his family.