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Trapped Chapter 2

DBD Albert Wesker/ AFAB Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Tentacles, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Biting, Creampie, Character Death, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Broken Bones Needles, Manipulation, Virus, Torture

Ever since your encounter with Wesker, you were struggling in most of your matches. You were riddled with more anxiety than you had ever felt in the realm, making you extremely jumpy. Another match with that man terrified you and your paranoia only increased after talking to Chris and Jill.

You had met other new survivors that had joined you, more of them from the same universe. Rebecca, Sheva and Ada all seemed to know the man, and not a single one of them having any good news. From the sounds of it, you had pissed Wesker off immensely.

The Entity, almost always having a sick sense of humor sent you into match after match, almost non-stop. Mentally you were at your limit. It only got worse when the fog overtook your senses again, dragging you to a realm you had no interest in returning to.

The massive RPD sign hung on the building, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Would he be in this match? Was he going to tunnel you relentlessly until he caught you to maim you beyond even the Entity's repair?

Looking around you saw no other survivors in the area, your body begining to shake uncontrollably. You told yourself it was the cold while you made cautious steps inside. Step after slow step you found a generator fairly quickly. You approached it to find Dwight working on one side, his perpetual nervous expression oddly reassuring. He gave you a gentle smile as he nudged his toolbox to you, pulling out a wrench for himself. You picked up a couple gears and the two of you made fast work of the first generator.

He pointed behind him down the hall and you both found another generator. Nerves started to crawl over your skin. This was too easy. As if on cue to prove you wrong, you heard a thud followed by a scream. Dwight glanced over at you, a look of terror on his face. "Let's hurry." You urged, forcing yourself to stay on task. Before you knew it two generators were done. Immediately after, a scream echoed down the hall. Someone had just been hooked.

Dwight put a hand on your shoulder as you started to move towards the direction of the scream. "I got this one." He reassured. You nodded gratefully and began to look for a other gen.

Your hopes for an easy match were shattered as you heard two screams and someone's presence leaving the match. Even worse you heard Dwight get hooked immediately after followed by what sounded like Michaela getting thrown on to a hook as well. Fuck. With no time to think you sprinted towards the direction of your teammate's screams the sound of the killer's terror radius becoming deafening with each stride you took.

You didn't even see Dwight before you heard footsteps stalk out from behind you. Hairs sticking up on the back of your neck, you felt like prey right before a predator pounced. "What do we have here?" A nauseatingly familiar voice broke through your thoughts, your feet suddenly feeling like cement blocks. You didn't dare turn around. Instead you forced yourself to run.

You ran as though your life depended on it. Like this was your final chance, the Entity no longer bringing you back. You heard the awful, wet sound of the uroboros tentacles sliding around behind you as you took a sharp turn. You didn't stop, throwing yourself over vaults and looping around as much as you could. You knew he was playing with you. He could have grabbed you but he didn't. You might have lost him but you refused to look behind you, making you unaware of his next move. You knew that one look into his eyes and you would collapse.

You made another turn and spotted Dwight, barley holding on against the Entity's long claws. You ran for him, a feeble and selfish effort to keep you from being alone with Wesker. Part of you knew you wouldn't make it, Dwight knew it too, his eyes not meeting yours but watching in horror as the man directly behind you pulled you to him and away from your teammate. Your back met his firm chest, his arms caging you to him in a bruising grip. Leather fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look at Dwight's last seconds. You felt his smirk on your skin, every single nerve in your body screaming. "Don't you dare close your eyes little mouse." Wesker growled, every word feeling like a threat. Dwight's death was quick, one of the Entity's large claws stabbing through him and pulling him up hungrily to it's waiting maw.

It occurred to you that you felt no other presence in the match except for Wesker's terrifying malice behind you. Any attempt you had made to struggle was stopped almost instantaneously with a squeeze from the man behind you that felt like he could crack your ribs with even an ounce more pressure.

"Good." He growled as you felt tears begin to sting your eyes. "Now dear, I have a deal for you. Are you listening?" You made an attempt to nod your head with your limited mobility, your jaw beginning to ache from the pressure of his fingers. "You'll need to speak up, otherwise I will snap your neck right now."

You chocked out a shaking "Y-yes." It seemed to appease Wesker enough for him to continue. "If you can find the hatch before I catch you, I'll let you go. If I catch you-" A low rumble of a laugh vibrated through his chest " I get to do whatever I want with you. I'm not unreasonable. I'll even give you a head start."

Your breaths came out shallow and labored, Wesker's claustrophobic grip on you had you feeling like you were going to pass out. "H-How do I know you will keep your word?" You questioned, your voice barley audible, coming out as more of a whimper.

Wesker's lips were practically touching your ear as he spoke, his breath ticking your skin. "You don't have a choice dear. Now, run." As he spoke the last word he released his grip on you, shoving you forward. The force nearly made you fall right on your face, though miraculously you managed to stay upright.

You didn't dare glace back, even if he was lying about giving you a head start you weren't going to give up without a fight. Bolting through corridors and vaulting over pallets you strained your ears to hear even the slightest indicator of where the hatch was.

It was nearly impossible as you could feel your heart beating in your ears, adrenaline surging through you. Fear was the only thing keeping you moving. You didn't want to think about what Wesker would do to you if he caught you. A pang of panic ran up your spine as you recalled Uroboros tearing it's way through your insides, ripping you apart from the seams.

You were pulled from your thoughts when suddenly there was a crash from behind you. 'Not much of a head start.' You scoffed to yourself. There was a dead end before you, a barricade of chairs and desks blocking your escape.

In a moment of panic you did the only thing you could think to do at the time. If you ran back the way you came Wesker would surely catch you, leaving you with only one option. You looked at a locker in the corner of the hall and took a deep breath. At least you could try and slam the door back in his face to buy you some time, even if it was unlikely you could pull it off.

You quietly opened the rusty door and stepped inside, doing your best to ignore the blood stains on the red wood. You shut the door behind you, silently cursing at the metallic whine that came from the door before it closed with a small click.

Not seconds later you started to feel your heart rate speed up and you knew he was close, the sound of his boots hitting the floor, slow and calculating. It frustrated you, his steps sounding as if he were on nothing more than a casual stroll.

"Where are you little mouse?" Wesker spoke in a mocking tone, his steps getting closer by the second. You wanted nothing more than to just throw the doors open and run away, the anxiety of the small space starting to make your breathing irregular.

Wesker turned the corner, his eyes scanning his surroundings and to your horror, almost immediately landing on the locker. He took a confident step forward, and you prepared yourself to put all of your body weight into bursting out of the locker. Another step as the uroboros pulsed out from his arm, wrapping itself around his hand. Suddenly he dashed forward with inhuman speed and wrenched the doors from your grasp, taking one off it's hinges entirely. The locker shook with the sudden force, making you shriek and hold on to the walls for dear life.

Before you even steadied yourself Wesker's knife planted itself into the wood directly next to your face, grazing your skin just enough to draw blood.

His tall form blocked your only way out, the smell of blood forcing it's way into your nose. You refused to look at him as you clenched your eyes shut, your head moving down and your entire body shaking.

"You can't hide from me forever dear." He growled, leaning in towards your face. "And closing your eyes won't make me go away. I want you to look at me."

You almost felt childish with how you shook your head, eyebrows furrowing as you defiantly refused his demand. It certainly didn't last long however as a bruising grip suddenly attached itself to your jaw and tentacles writhed over your throat. "I will not repeat myself again dear, be a good girl and open your eyes."

You choked back a sob as your eyes cracked open, his close proximity making you want to melt into the wall behind you. Your gaze met his, his sunglasses no longer on his face giving you an unobstructed view of his cat-like eyes. His pupils dilated, the glow of his irises seeming to intensify as he looked down at you.

You cowered away from him as much as you could in the confined space, his grip on your jaw getting tighter and your head starting to spin. You felt tears begin to sting your eyes and roll down your face as you tried to catch your breath. "Please.. " You begged in a shaking voice, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Wesker's grin seemed to widen and more of the tentacles wrapped around you. "Please what, dear? Use your words."

You took a breath before speaking, willing yourself to look at him. "Please just kill me-" you hiccuped, more tears running down your face. "Please I can't, just get it over with."

Wesker nearly laughed at how pathetic your request was. Your fragile form shaking before him, begging him for death. How cute you were. Unfortunately for you he had different plans, he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

"That's not what our deal was sweetheart." He hissed, his grip becoming impossibly tight, cutting off your air flow. "If I recall I said that if I caught you, I could do whatever I wanted with you. Though if you beg more I may be persuaded to go easy on you."

Your vision started to get blurry from tears and lack of oxygen, your struggles becoming weaker by the second. You weren't even aware of the tentacles of the uroboros beginning to snake their way under your shirt and around your legs until you felt a couple tendrils slide into the hem of your shorts.

A renewed sense of fear shot through you, and with your last bit of strength you used the blood on your face to slip your jaw out of his grip just enough to bite down into his gloved hand. His grip lessened enough for you to take a deep breath in, the air burning your lungs.

Wesker was barley affected by your attempts to free yourself, his hand almost not registering the bite at all with the thick leather protecting his skin.

It did however, affect his temper. With a snarl he threw you against the wall across from you, the impact knocking what little air you had recovered right out of you. The second impact that came after falling from the now cracked drywall caused you to cough up blood onto the already dirty floor. Something was definitely broken.

Entirely spent of your energy you lay on the floor as Wesker approached you, his boots appearing before you. A sharp pain exploded on your scalp as he pulled you up by your hair to look up at him, a terrifyingly neutral expression on his features. "I'm going to give you one more chance to behave dear, otherwise you will be wishing I ended you the way I did last time."

You didn't have any more fight in you as pain surged through you in a dull ache, your lungs stinging with each shallow breath. "Okay." You submitted, your head pounding. "I'll behave."

Wesker crouched down before you, his gaze meeting yours for far too many times tonight. "Good girl." He smirked, his grip lessening on your hair as he leaned forward, his mouth opening and his hot tongue pressing just below the cut on your cheek. He licked the blood from the injury and moved to face you again, his lips centimeters from your own.

Before you could process what was happening he kissed you, his surprisingly soft lips meeting your own. His hand slipped down to hold the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, giving you nowhere to move. You could taste your blood on his lips as he nearly devoured you, his other hand moving up your thigh to grip at your waist.

He pulled you impossibly closer to him as your chest now pressed against his, his thigh between your legs. Your brain felt as though it was short-circuiting, you hands moving to gently rest on his chest in a feeble attempt to push away.

As much as you wanted to forget, you felt the slimy touch of the uroboros once again making it's way into your clothes. Wesker made his way down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses across your skin making your face heat up. What in the hell was this man doing to you?

Tentacles slowly moved into your shirt and under your bra, wrapping around your breasts making your skin prickle with unease. Another tentacle made its way once again to the hem of your shorts and you tried your best not to make any noise. Much to your dismay a small whimper escaped your blood stained lips which only seemed to encourage the man on front of you.

Your shirt began to tear from the uroboros's assault as Wesker pulled out his knife, taking the sharp edge and cutting the remaining fabric off exposing your chest to to cool air. His mouth made contact to your skin once again as he suddenly sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder, blood coming to the surface as he pushed his tongue into the depression his teeth created. You couldn't help but cry out, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

You were so caught up in the pain you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a tendril snake into your underwear and press against your heated skin. You could barley move as Wesker finally pulled away from your neck, blood now covering his lips and dripping from his chin. As he did you felt the tip of tendril press against your cunt, your mouth falling open at the unexpected sensation.

His leather clad hand gripped your chin to look at your face when the uroboros pushed into you. A breathy whine escaped you when you felt the appendage go deeper into you, only to pull out and force it's way in again.

You felt your face heat up under Wesker's stare, your body betraying you as you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. A particularly rough thrust made you swear and try to move your hips away to not much success. "Fuck! Ah- stop please..."

Wesker pulled you into another kiss as his hands started to pull off your shorts. This didn't last long his impatience leading him to slice through the fabric with his knife, your underwear following suit.

The cold air made goosebumps rise on your skin as more tendrils wrapped around your thighs, making you spread your legs wider. Pain shot up your spine as you felt whatever had been broken jostle around.

This gave the tendril inside of you more room to move as it pushed deeper inside of you, brushing against your g-spot forcing a moan from your throat. Pleasure coiled in your abdomen making you sick to your stomach.

One of Wesker's hands moved down your stomach as the other held your form flush to him, a gloved finger finding it's way to your clit. The sensation of the leather felt foreign in comparison to the slippery appendage inside of you, you hips jerking involuntarily at the unwanted stimulation.

Wesker was beginning to lose his composure as he watched you writhe before him, wetness covering your thighs and your head tilted back, more obscene moans escaping your lips. He wanted nothing more than break you. To ruin you for anyone else. You belonged to him now.

"You're being so good for me sweetheart." He praised, his voice low as he rested his forehead on your still bleeding shoulder.

Pleasure continued to build on your body, your hips matching each thrust trying to gain more friction as you gave in to him. You could feel yourself getting close to the edge, his pace almost frustratingly slow. You could tell he was holding back, not quite ready to give you the release your body needed.

You knew what he wanted, and you swallowed what little pride you had left. Letting out another breathy whine you choked out a quiet "please..."

Wesker's actions stopped briefly before continuing almost as if you had caught him off guard. "You'll need to be more specific dear." You could see a hostile smile creep into his lips as he looked back up at you. "I'll give you what you want if you look me in the eyes and beg for it."

As if to spite you the tendril inside of you brushed almost teasingly against your g-spot again making you gasp. Fuck, you needed him. This wasn't enough. "Please... I can't handle this anymore. Please let me come, I'll be good for you, I'll do whatever you want. Please just fuck me." You pleaded, tears running down your face, stinging the cut on your cheek.

Wesker's grin only grew, blood on his teeth making a flash of fear run through you. "My my, desperate aren't we? Well, since you asked so nicely I'll give my little slut what she wants."

His pace with his fingers picked up as the tendril inside of you roughly thrusted into that spot inside of you that made you see stars. More tendrils slid along your chest making your skin feel as though it was on fire, pleasure building in you faster than you were ready for.

Wesker could feel your cunt tighten around the appendage coiling inside of you, his lips kissing along your neck. A low growl escaped him. "Such a good girl, come for me."

That's all it took for the tension in your body to snap, pleasure overwhelming you as you cried out, fingers gripping onto Wesker's shirt in a feeble attempt to stay grounded. You were thankful for the man in front of you holding you upright, your legs feeling like jelly. You couldn't stifle your moans as your hips ground into his hand riding out your high.

You let out a shaking breath as you slowly started to calm down. He pulled his hand away from your overstimulated clit, and the uroboros slowly pulled out of you causing wetness to drip into the floor below you.

Wesker pulled you into another burning kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth, nearly suffocating you in his insatiable lust. Not giving you a moment to recover he pushed you back against the floor, not breaking the kiss as he pressed his hips to yours, grinding against you.

That's when you started to panic. The bulge in his pants felt much bigger than the tendril was. Wesker almost seemed to sense your unease because a moment later he pulled back and that damned smirk made it's way into his lips. "Be good for me and get these off will you?" You could tell he wasn't asking.

With shaking hands you sat up and reached out, unclasping his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You swallowed your anxiety and pulled the zipper down, his size becoming much more noticeable through his boxers.

Wesker's hand found it's way to the nape of your neck, gripping your hair. "It's not smart to tease sweetheart."

You swallowed and your fingertips went to the band of his boxers, gently pulling down exposing his length. Fuck. Of course this cocky bastard was packing. His cock twitched at the warmth of your hands, precum dripping from the tip.

Deciding to act on what was arguably a bad idea you leaned forward meeting his eyes and licked a stripe up the vein on the bottom of his length, pressing open mouthed kisses to his hot skin. His grip tightened on your hair and kept your head firmly in place. "Finish what you fucking started." He snarled, his knife making an appearance again as he gently dragged it across your throat.

You chose not to test your luck further, reaching up and taking the tip into your mouth. A low growl rumbled from him as he pushed your head forward forcing you to take more of his cock, the tip already touching the back of your throat.

You hollowed your cheeks and started to suck his length, allowing him to guide your head at the pace he wanted. Not that you had much of a choice. Your tongue slid across his skin has he thrusted into your mouth, each time his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Your jaw ached as you were forced to keep your mouth open, the force of his movements proving hard to keep up with.

Each growl and groan that came from him went straight to your core getting you wetter by the second. You didn't know why but the power he held over you was exhilarating. The fear you felt adding to your arousal felt so wrong but you were in too deep to care. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you over and fuck your brains out.

As if he read your mind Wesker suddenly pulled out of your mouth, his breathing heavy and his eyes locked on yours. His hair was slightly disheveled, small strands falling into his forehead making him look that much more attractive.

His hand came up to your face, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip making you open your mouth slightly. You ran your tongue along the leather of his glove, eyes not leaving his. He spoke, his tone threatening and dark. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to fucking ruin you."

Uroboros tendrils crawled out from his skin, making their way to your limbs as he stood. You were pulled up into the air by the appendages, legs spread and arms behind your back, another wrapped around your throat keeping you looking forward. Your back was arched and more tendrils made their way to your breasts, grazing over your nipples and squeezing making you moan.

One of Wesker's hands gripped your hip tight enough to bruise as he guided your body to his, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds.

You struggled slightly, a mewl coming from you as you tried to press yourself against him.

"Such a needy slut." He spoke, rubbing his length against you teasingly. "You have been so good, can you keep being a good girl for me?"

You nodded your head, unbearable lust fogging your mind. "I promise I'll be good," Reluctantly you spoke fear creeping up your spine. "Please be gentle?" You looked up at him, eyes pleading.

"Oh sweetheart, don't you know?" he smirked. Wesker didn't give you a second to breathe before he pushed his length into you, bottoming out inside of your cunt, your warm walls spasming around the sudden intrusion. You cried out at the stretch, pain suddenly overtaking you once again even with how wet you were. The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix making you feel entirely too full. "The pain is the best part." He teased, kissing over the bite on your neck.

He pulled his hips back only for him to snap them back up in sync with the uroboros tendrils forcing your hips down onto his cock. You were out of breath and you felt as though you were going to pass out.

Wesker pressed you to the wall behind you as he continued his assault on your trembling form, one hand on your hip and the other wrapping tightly around your throat.

You knew that by now your neck had to be bruised because it felt as though he were crushing your throat, squeezing the air out of you.

"Look at you, taking me so well."

His rough thrusts force your body into the wall behind you and the appendages pull you right back down giving you no room to move yourself. His cock hit your g-spot dead on and you bit your lip holding back a moan as black clouded in and out of your vision.

You had bitten down so hard your lip began to bleed, dripping down onto your neck. You didn't even notice with so many sensations overwhelming your senses, pleasure starting to coil in your abdomen once again and the pain from your injuries blending with it. You couldn't tell the difference anymore. The lack of oxygen was creating sensations that much more intense but you began to feel your consciousness slipping before Wesker's grip lessened allowing you to breathe.

Wesker's lips met yours as he sucked on your bottom lip, teeth digging in to the already torn skin causing more blood to seep from it. It terrified you how often he was indulging in your blood, the monstrous side of the man in front of you becoming more and more apparent. He sank his teeth into another part of your neck leaving another mark in his wake.

You moaned again as you began to feel the tension in you about to snap, your orgasm threatening to pull you over the edge. Your walls squeezed tightly around Wesker's cock making him hiss, the tentacles wrapping tighter around you as he fought to keep control over himself.

One of his hands came up to make small circles on your clit with his thumb, making you cry out, the sensation too much for you to take. "I can't- oh fuck!" You whimpered, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Wesker pulled his head back to look at you. "Can you come again for me dear? You're doing so good my little slut."

You nodded your head yes and he began to draw faster circles on your clit making your muscles tense and your hands curl into fists. When your second orgasm hit you you blacked out for a couple seconds, your body spasming and your mouth falling open.

Wesker fucked your through your orgasm again, waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. God, he was stretching you so good you thought you would die without this feeling.

You slowly came back to your senses and you began to feel overstimulated as Wesker slowed down but didn't stop. You began to struggle slightly as he pulled you down onto his cock again hitting deep inside of you.

"Fuck! Plea-" You started, on the brink of tears another cry being wrenched from your throat.

"Let's put that mouth of yours to use, hm?" Wesker interrupted you as a tendril pressed itself to your lips.

You closed your mouth and shook your head trying to keep the offending appendage at bay, only for Wesker to growl and squeeze your thigh so hard you thought your leg would snap.

You yelped, giving the tendril the opportunity to slip into your mouth and push down your throat making you gag.

"Such an obedient bitch." He spat, his thrusts not letting up as you choked on the appendage in your mouth, Wesker's thrusts forcing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Just when you thought you were at your limit you felt one of the uroboros tentacles prod at you, attempting to push into you along with Wesker's cock.

You let out a stifled protest, shaking your head frantically. There is no way that was going to fit. He'd kill you. The tentacle in your throat pushed deeper as if to silence you, making you gag again.

The man before you didn't listen as he kissed your forehead, the gesture feeling more like a threat than comfort. "What's the matter sweetheart? Cat got your tongue? You want me to fuck you harder right?"

You felt the tendril push harder, slowly stretching you, your body shaking uncontrollably. You shook your head again, overstimulation making you dizzy and Wesker's thrusts becoming borderline painful.

Suddenly you felt a sharp stretch as the tendril suddenly pushed into you, making waves of pleasure and pain course through you stronger than any time before. You felt entirely too full as Wesker's thrusts and the tendrils movements forced you to scream, the appendage in your mouth pulling out as you coughed and tried to catch your breath.

"P- please take it out!" You whined your body responding against your will, wetness dripping from between your thighs, your cunt squeezing down on the two thick intrusions inside of you, moans spilling from your lips.

Wesker grasped your chin, his hair entirely fallen into his eyes now, a downright predatory look on his face. "This is me taking it easy on you sweetheart. Now take what I give you before I really give you something to cry about."

If you weren't scared before you were scared now. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you almost like he was getting off on your fear. You felt another orgasm start to build in you, the constant assault doing nothing to abate the onslaught of pleasure crashing over you. It felt like you couldn't come up for air, drowning you slowly.

A particularly rough thrust had you crying out, your hands going numb from clenching them into fists. The stretch in your lower half was becoming too much to bear as you felt the slimy appendage rub along your walls in contrast to Wesker's hard cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix.

You felt Wesker's thrusts become almost erratic, quiet groans leaving his lips. His eyes moved to yours, never ceasing to make you feel like prey under a predator's gaze.

You leaned forward acting purely on impulse and you kissed him, your lips gently pressing to his. He grasped the back of your head and returned the kiss his tongue sliding across your lip. You parted your lips allowing him to deepen the kiss as he suddenly pressed his body to yours against the wall, trapping you tightly.

You could feel that he was close, his cock feeling harder as his thrusts became more violent nearly knocking the wind out of you. You felt your cunt tighten involuntarily around him, causing him to hiss against your lips. He pulled away and met your gaze. "Don't you dare look away when you come or I will kill you on the spot. Do you understand?"

You shakily responded, barely able for form words. " Yes- please let me come."

"Then come for me sweetheart." He growled. That was all you needed to finally let go, your body tensing up as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You were completely out of it, your vision going white and your body practically convulsing.

Your moans pushed Wesker over the edge, his own orgasm following quickly after your own. He slammed into you as far as he could go, his cock swelling and shooting ropes of thick cum deep inside of you, filling you completely.

You both slowly came down from your highs, breathing labored and bodies holding tightly to one another. Slowly, he pulled out of you, the uroboros sliding out of you along with him. Come dripped down your thighs and onto the floor below your still suspended legs, making you wonder to yourself if you would be able to close them after this.

Wesker composed himself, re-dressing as the uroboros retracted back into his body, bringing you towards him. He held you in his arms, your muscles sore as you lay practically limp in his hold.

He began to walk with you, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace. He could throw you on a hook and you wouldn't even care. You were too exhausted to feel it.

Being as spent as you were you nearly drifted off only to be awoken by the droning call of the hatch, cold air and fog coiling up by your feet making you shiver.

You blinked up at Wesker, his expression not giving any indication of what he was thinking. His eyes met yours and he leaned towards you, pressing a uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. You opened your mouth to question him when he spoke. "Every single part of you belongs to me, you're mine. I will kill anyone who gets in my way." He kneeled down to the hatch and set you on the opening."Until next time dear." He stood and began to walk away, the fog beginning to surround you and pull you into the void.

You woke with a gasp at the bonfire, multiple sets of eyes meeting with yours, warmth enveloping you suddenly.

"What happened?!"

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