Coldsteel's Target

Chapter 5

Brooklyn had lost track of time while being held prisoner with Coldsteel, who wouldn't tell him what day it was. Was it the end or beginning of the week? He didn't know.

Also, his sugar intake the past couple days since his freezer test had been leaving him pretty dizzy, now unable to stand well so much. He wound up throwing up one day after his recent junk food meal.

When Coldsteel returned and he saw signs that Brooklyn threw up in the toilet nearby, he was quite mad. "Suppose you got a little belly ache? But throwing up will not be tolerated. And it'll make you lose weight, which is what I don't want, since you're mine, Brooklyn," he threatened darkly, eyes glowing red.

Brooklyn still felt shaky after throwing up, keeping his charade of not showing tears going while still glowering hard at his captor. "But no matter. Your next test should give you plenty of it. Take him there," he demanded the guards after unlocking the cage.

The red male's eyes rounded when seeing those burly humans coming all too close, swinging his talons. "Stay away! No!" He gasped croakily but wound up losing as the guards gripped him tight, making him gasp aloud, hauling him upward, and pushing him towards the next test.

While they walked, Coldsteel suddenly grinned, thinking about something to use against Brooklyn. "Oh, how I remember that female Coldfire possessed Angela. You remember how I made you carry her? Must've felt quite nice," he said sweetly but evilly. Brooklyn's ears flattened, as he growled.

"Keep her out of this! And I hated it! Angela is Broadway's mate, not mine!" He shouted out, feeling his voice crack when saying the other words.

Coldsteel noticed, halting and taking Brooklyn's beak, Brook writhing. "So touching, but I read in your mind that you've always desired her. When I'm in your body... I can kill Broadway and make Angela yours/mine. How about it, hm?"

Brooklyn felt disgusted by that plan, for even if Angela did choose Broadway, he had no desire to get in their way just to fulfill his lustful desires for a mate. He shook his head. "No! I prefer to see my brothers happy over myself!" He growled back, right as they reached the door where a sauna was, along with tying up his hands and wings once more, which felt painful.

Coldsteel had the men unlock the door, Brooklyn hoping he wasn't getting another cold test, feeling himself pushed in, collapsing to the ground. He looked up at Coldsteel after shifting his body around with his feet best he could. "Such thoughts like that make you weak and miserable, scrawny one. But maybe this room will change your mind..." he said ominously, shutting the door and locking it.

Brooklyn's eyes glowed, as he stood up and ran to try unlocking and breaking down the big metal door, seeing nothing in here except a few benches. It was somewhat bigger than his cell door, but Brooklyn had a bad feeling about what was coming next.

Soon, he gave up opening the door, knowing it was no use to try getting out, going to sit down on one of the benches nearby, trembling just a little bit. Something about this room seemed familiar but he couldn't place it.

But as time went by, Brooklyn slowly began to feel rather warm, looking up at the ceiling he could see some heating lights. Brook's ears flattened, now realizing that this room was a sauna, suddenly hearing steam hissing into the room.

He began to pant a little, the steam and heat filling the room, sweat beginning to fall down his skin, hating that his hands were still tied up and his wings, which started to feel achy all over. Was this what Coldsteel wanted now? To give him a heat stroke?

Brooklyn had been in a sauna one time that Xanatos had in the castle, but decided it wasn't his thing since it brought back memories of a hot and cold room while being kidnapped by the Illuminati.