Red Project

Part 8

"Good question. Go get some strong chains and attach them to that pillar. He's going to be kept confined in this room." Vick replied. "I want him taken off the table before sunset. I want a cuff around one of his ankles by sunset." He ordered.

"Yes, Sir." The men replied and got on to their tasks preparing to wake up their guest of honor that night.

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The chain was ready by nightfall. It was a super strong chain. Brooklyn's stone body was lifted off the table before the sun went down, and the monitors were taken off his belly. He was heavy as a statue. The leather strap was also taken off his beak.

There was a mattress in the room that he was laid on and near a toilet too. He was laid gently on it and one big shackle that was fastened on his left ankle. It was locked securely. It was tight against the skin that he wouldn't be able to get it off so easily. It was up to six feet of solid steel. Gargoyle talons were able to get out of many things and Vick wanted the cuff thick so that Brook couldn't tear it off so easily.

Brooklyn would be allowed to walk around the room by way of the chain, but he couldn't reach the table or anything else in there. There were surgical tools that were put away. They would be useful when it was time to deliver the babies. There was also an ultrasound machine that would let them look at the babies too.

Vick wanted this gargoyle feisty. He also wanted him to be shocked of his condition. The sun would be down in mere moments. He and his men left the room. Vick wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up, but he wanted him to start out alone and see his condition before he entered.

The sun set outside, and it took a few minutes, but Brooklyn's body began the process of waking up for the night. The stone skin was shattered, and the red gargoyle roared to life. This was the first time in many weeks that he was finally unrestrained, or so he thought.

Brooklyn felt he was lying on a soft surface, but as he looked up and his eyes returned to normal, he saw he didn't recognize his surroundings. It made his breathing pick up. "Oh, where am I?" he asked himself. He also held his head, feeling some effects of the drug wearing off yet.

Brooklyn went to push himself up, but it was then that he immediately noticed the new weight and look of his stomach. It was bigger and rounder than he ever remembered it to be. He gently pushed himself to a sitting position and he put a hand on it to feel it. His eyes widened.

He could feel that there was some weight inside his stomach. Rubbing on it, it felt really firm. It made him think of Broadway. Was someone trying to fatten him up? What had they done to him?

Vick was watching the red male examining his belly. Now was a good time to go in and see him. He had just been peeking through the door. Then he closed it and made the door sound as if it was being opened up again.

Brooklyn looked up to see who had put him like this. He noticed he was no longer in a cage, but he did notice the shackle on his left ankle that was chained to the wall. The door over yonder then opened up and in stepped a redheaded man about the size of Matt wearing glasses, a grey shirt and khaki pants.

"Greetings, Brooklyn." Vick greeted him. "I am Vick."

"What's going on?" Brooklyn asked out loud. "Where am I? And why is my belly so big?"

"You still remember Irene?" Vick asked.

"Yes. Where is she?" Brooklyn asked. "Is this someplace different?"

"Yes, it is. Well, to answer your question, she finally figured she had all the information from you that she could that you gave her months ago. And she was finally getting bored of you. She also did an experiment on you for scientific research." Vick explained.