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Water is allowed to relax. I did the water is hot, then cold, not to give yourself completely to forget. It is necessary to carefully analyze everything ... He was there, I felt the warmth of his hand, even through gloves, I even thought he was not only left burns on my skin, and all the burn-through to the bone. And my body ... this time he could not resist. Rather, it is drawn to him. I myself would like it .. feel him closer .. unacceptably close. And I could not stop himself, attacked ... if we had not been interrupted by his researchers. I .. killed them. On his orders? Or knowingly ... or I really wanted to kill them, but could not admit to myself? What do I do with myself ... these torments will kill me.
Off the water, I wrapped myself in a warm robe and went into the room. And just fell exhausted on the bed. Such emptiness inside ... When he called me the perfect co-worker ... I felt proud. Why ... what's happening? I wish your enemy to follow orders without question the most hated man in the world ... This is not healthy. That I was so drawn to it ... Even despite the fact that a single word of it, I can kill .... Hate ... him, his voice, his eyes, his lips .. and himself. Because I can not resist .. and for the fact that I want it. Okay, do not think about it. If I do not pay much attention to your useless thoughts, then everything will be normal.
The night passed in a delirium. I was awake, but not awake. Was somewhere between two worlds ... between reality and dreams ... And this state I did not like it though tears me apart. So in the morning I was once again broken .. It would be better to visit me memories than such thoughts do not leave me alone. The best way to escape was an exercise, which I devoted the whole day until the moment I went for another man and white. Hmm .. brand new? He took me a bit different corridor than usual. After about five minutes we were in a long hallway with many doors. The man in white told me to wait there, and he disappeared behind a door. It was dim. How did I miss daylight lamps ... always alone ... I wandered down the hall a little from side to side, until she heard voices. One door was slightly ajar, so he could hear what was happening in the room, which was located behind this door. I heard voices .... because these voices was impossible not to know. Opposite in its effect on me ... one charming and second, causing anger and hatred ... I myself do not have time to recover, as peeped through the crack left by that door.
- So, our further actions are canceled? - Sitting at a wide table Wesker today was not in the best mood.
- Just laid on ... indefinitely - Excella, now dressed in a severe black-and-white suit, carefully paced from side to side behind him.
- Procrastination is fatal - he took off his glasses and put them aside. - Waiting is not as out of place.
- I understand, but decisive action will cause unnecessary suspicion - it was serious, it seems, has spent a lot of time to discuss the case and forces. - Project Las Plagas successful. If we wait a little longer and wait for better conditions, it is unlikely bad for Ouroboros.
- You're right - he concluded after several minutes of silence. Still, he was not happy, it was expressed in appearing on the forehead wrinkles.
- Albert - this name was a whole range of tones, each of which it was impossible to catch. She put her hands on his arms, looking up at the shoulders and a little squeezing. - You've always been patient ... I hope for your patience during this time.
He was silent for a while, and then exhaled loudly and threw his head back, leaning against her chest. She gently touched the base of his neck and shoulders, relaxing tense body.
I closed her eyes for a moment and turned away, because I could not watch anymore. If burned eyes .. Why did I react? I understand very well what it feels ... when I want to destroy the opponent, to wipe it off the face of the Earth ... and get someone to forget about its existence. It was an acute attack of jealousy. Seems ... so jealous I have not had ... But why? The fact that they have a relationship, no doubt ... but I did not care. But it was enough to see how much it invests in its implications ... in view, he can not even see the inside ... and all seemed to explode ... No doubt still acted and how he allowed himself to relax ... in her hands .... Why ... I wanted to be in her place? .. But rather than go and fling it from him, I just turned back to him ... Why did I own over a mock ...
- It is necessary to work ... - He muttered a few minutes, opening his eyes.
- You should rest yet - Excella clearly did not want to let him out of their hands, and can, and actually cared about him.
- No time - he shook his head, coming back to the table and some another securities.
- When will ... - She was right, the further, the less likely that you have to go away at least for a while from all the ... She stood next to him, sitting on the table. - Even this ... as you ... needed breaks. You're going to do again ... R-30.
Wesker from frown looked at her, then got up and nodded
- I used to work with the project to the end. Especially, when it is going well. - She wanted to say, but his finger went to her lips, blocking further flow of words. - Work continued here until the very branch we can not act.
Excella just nodded.
- I'm sorry to interrupt you .. - All right, as you can already be in place? I knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer came. Do not care what I get for this ... but look at the two I do not enjoy. - But I was brought here and left .. - I note with interest looked at Excella. How does it feel to peer helper? I guess ... she's happy ... sometimes. When he gives it in her hand like a couple of minutes ago.
- When to report? - Excella gave me a quick glance, but her voice clearly went cold, though remained the same .. peculiar.
- Tomorrow morning - Wesker presented her research. - Or tonight - a wisp of a smile appeared on his lips for a split second, but then he disappeared behind a familiar face.
Excella left without another word.
- The project in which you participate, Jill, can not be brought to the ideal ... but I can adjust it as - he flexed his neck and hid his eyes behind his glasses. - Soon you will be full and you will be my assistant to perform tasks. I can only verify some of your features. - He looked at me. - What a view, Jill?
- Looking like look - how do I know what I'm watching? But that "tonight" ... and his smile ... insides boil. With such a mindset .. and fight ... Vent it all the senses as it is to me .. He and the his Italian. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath in the lungs ... focused. Empty the mind of thoughts ... all thoughts of what it meant to me a fleeting smile he gave Excella, should now go away. A little breath, I opened my eyes again. - Why the project can not be brought to the ideal? - However, probably now I do not really care .. - We go to the gym?
- Alas, no, today I am very busy with another - he shook his head and sat down again. - In order to achieve the ideal, it is necessary to spend a lot of time ... which I do not.
- I'm sorry - I can barely suppress a smile. Therefore, you may have something to go wrong, eh? I walked around the office. This free space, twice my room. But still ... no windows. How can you live without sunlight? Yet he nonhuman, again all fits. I looked at him. He really looked tired, and I mentally agreed Excella that even he needs a rest. But to say it does not make sense. For some reason I suddenly wanted to take the place of Excella .. behind him ... a massage ... Crazy thought, who locks them in my head? No, no massage, let her do it. She, apparently, loves to please him ... I'm not here for that. - And then what ... why am I here today?
- You'll have to wait a while - he nodded at the chair opposite him. - Sit down.
So why have so early increase of the room?
I obediently sat down, settled comfortably in his chair. Hands on the arms, and head back in the chair. As well ... how much time has passed since then, I felt so comfortable? Divine chair. Would have to sit a little longer, relax and think of the sun, which is somewhere behind the walls so brightly shining. I've not soon see if you do not try to run ... But he and I both know ... can not escape. This is only a dream, a pipe dream.
- Very ... comfortable chair - I later approved for ten minutes, I guess. Can not stand the silence. And then he was so absorbed in his paper that he had someone to save! Deal with me, and then to take up securities and Excella with its report.
So quiet, and so now he is not in the best frame of mind, not zli him even more. And it would end badly.
- Maybe ... I can help you? - Finally I asked, after a while. Chair, can, and comfortable, but sit there with nothing to do ... still sometimes feel on edge ... code realize that sitting in front of Wesker.
- Just shut up, - he said, not looking up from writing something. - As always, can not sit still, yes, Valentine? - Like ten years ago when I was serving a penalty for being late and waited for him to send me somewhere ...
What is this? Patience to me, of course, is clearly not enough, but do so with the hostages - a bad taste!
- Do not sit still - I said, and even for a moment closed her eyes. And again, in front of me was Excella how much tenderness she invested in their hands ... Massage does not. Getting up from the easy chair, I went behind his back and put her hands on his shoulders. - Maybe it would be best to work ... - Massaging gently at first, but then with more confidence. Here you need more toughness than tenderness, or fail to relax until the end ... But, of course, not without tenderness. Oh, the experience masseuse I have a pretty good one. Well, as soon as you are furious, Albert?
But to my surprise, Wesker is not out of his mind, not ordered me to return to his seat, he did not say anything at first, as if nothing had felt.
- Below the fingers, Jill - finally he said.
You have some disproportionate shoulders ... But, he said, I put her hands a little lower, making more stops ... And moved his fingers a little closer to the neck. If you make a mistake, it can be painful ... click on certain points. But for him it is unlikely to really work. This man has no idea what pain is.
- That's it? - I asked, putting in their movement more power. Strange, but when he was our captain ... me a lot of time coming up with the idea to give him a massage. Surprisingly, now that I'm doing this ... their hands, as they wish, without the virus. And I like it ...
- Yes ... - He was distracted from his papers, because his body is fed to my hands, finally obediently relaxing. - That's right ... - He was not going to pretend that he does not like something.
- I should not have interrupted you, right? - The smile itself appeared on my face. If Excella now saw it ... as she looked at me? - She obviously made you a massage ... with a little more love .. - But still important - to properly distribute the force. I began to think that I could ever be so ... behind him .. To know that his body is in my hands ... but nothing. Do not stop ... until he stops. Maybe this is another side effect of the virus? - Or ... I call it ... you finished? - Slightly bent to his ear, I whispered.
- We will end the evening - he exhaled noisily. It is surprising that it, the same things that the ordinary men ... Is this possible? .. - How did the two of you want .. me to relax ... - He said, but he did not remove my hand from my shoulders.
- Well ... you're so tired ... - But a replica of the evening still pushed my hands on the pain points. Of course, Wesker reacted little, so I went back to the places where massaged to his words. Once inside the hot ... I hate the feeling of jealousy, and even unwarranted. That's their business, I am here ... just a hostage. What is this? And I should stop, but continued to arm themselves to give him a massage ... Another clouding his mind. - If you relax ... both of us will be easier to live .. - And some people even nicer. - Yes, and then ... you something .. dissatisfied? - But damn ... his reaction ... I like it. It should not be ... But I do not care.
- No, what are you, - he smiled. - You are very interesting to see - that's the whole point ... As always, it is only necessary to observe the objects ... - But you seem to like it even more than me.
- What's not to like a reaction to the actions of men, women? - I returned again to whisper. Right in his ear, continuing to increase strength, but trying to add more and tenderness. No .. hardly ... I do not think my hands are suitable for tenderness. - And what ... somewhere you write down your observations? - I asked with a smile, and even fire inside a little off. After all ... we Excella on one level. He does not care for us both. - Yes .. bring you pleasure .. sheer pleasure ... - Still smiling, I agreed with him.
- Jill ... who you are so messed up in this time? .. - Said he did not keep quiet groan. Yes, my hands are operated correctly. - Are Chris ... would never have thought of that.
- We will do anything today? - Only he was able to speak the words that immediately made me realize. I took her hands and quickly covered the distance to the chair and sat back. He dare not even speak its name ... Not only will your hands immediately went cold, but I did not want to even smile. Just wanted to wring his neck ... I am, by the way, might try to do now. Yes, it would be very romantic ... - Or I can go back to my room .. and reflect on "who spoiled me"?
- No ... I still have one thing to you ... - He got up, went to the room adjacent to this one, and went out with a kind of bag in hand. - This is my humble gift to you.
- What is it? - I opened the package wary. There was a bundle of some strange material. He pulled it out of the package, I turned around and found that it was a suit. He seemed a bit small, but the fabric is clearly well-stretched. Basically it was purple, but with black and inserts. Material even though he was closer to the touch lycra, but something like a skin. Rather, even snakeskin. Probably, it would have looked really good on any body, but ... This suit was more like clothes for erotic games. Especially troubled by lightning, which went along the entire body, from the neck up to the lower abdomen.
- It's ... - The words died in his throat - what is it? .. - I repeat my question, examining the suit. Unconsciously, I put her hand on fabric .. to the touch, it was a pleasant, slightly cool. - It's me? I mean .. I wear it? - Do not tell me that I have to fight this, please ... I finally found the strength to tear look of the suit and looked at Wesker. He ... mocks ...
- That - nodded Wesker as if nothing had happened. - Normal tissue can not withstand your speed and strength. Can hamper movement. It is specially designed lycra suit. - He smiled slyly: - examples?
- Right now? - Eerily caring Wesker. Before the chills, I would say ... - You know .. me no one ever given clothes - I got up and laid on the couch suit. - Is he ... made especially for me? - Or maybe he's got a bunch of clones of such suits to walk? I inspected the suit in search any tags or anything like that, but nothing. Exactly to order. Well ... such a suit ... you can not see without admiration, it does not argue.
- For you, Jill - he again sat down. - Put it on. - Wesker - an honest man, he would not pry. If only a little bit, but quickly and quietly. - I want to know whether he is good.
He did not have to beg me, because I was very interested ... he will sit on me. Stretch it wrong ... Anyway, I'll be there to feel. Somehow, the idea that it is necessary to be shy and to change into other thoughts, I have not even visited. Wesker sat so quietly that I began to think that, in this study I am alone.
Taking off shirt and pants, I quickly put on his overalls. Yes ... put it was problematic, because it greatly hugged .. Although, perhaps, it was even better, because it does not interfere. And while I fastened the zipper, it occurred to me that I am quite comfortable in it myself feel. The truth seems to be the first time that you stand naked, but it's even better ... there is a feeling that this is my second skin.
- You should make the zipper on the back - with a smile said, when I brought the buckle to the throat. - It would have been interesting - and now I have visited the shame and shyness. This costume is ... hugged everything. I would hope that in the course of a fight .. I forget about it ... - You keep me company .. or should I fight with the air?
- I think I said ... today I'm busy? - He did not turn around. - There is enough space for you, no? - He put something aside and said: - Zipper front is also very convenient.
Did he run up again for a massage?
Well, what to say ... fight with someone who does not exist, is much easier than with Wesker. Even beats just does not work.
At first I did it a sluggish, because the habit immediately defend against attacks Wesker acted only in the immediate vicinity. But then I came to talk .. This costume did get a second skin. Always easier to fight naked because the clothes, no matter how convenient it may be, in any way constrains. Immediately felt that the suit was made for me ... Complete freedom of action, freedom of movement, no fetters. And it was an amazing experience from the fight .. Well, even with the air ... Costume stand and strength, and speed ...
But when I stop, stop waving his arms and legs, I lost ... and again found shyness. Yes, you get used to this feeling ... will have to make great efforts ...
I turned to the table Wesker and started to say something, but did not. He looked up from his papers and looked at me. I terribly wanted to cover up some way to ...
- Well .. normal? - Quietly and hesitantly I asked. Although this is for me to say, normal or not .. but for some reason I wanted to hear his opinion.
- In my opinion, a very good idea - he shrugged his shoulders, his face as usual it was impossible to read anything. - But in this issue is more important what you think.
- I'm comfortable - really, he asks my opinion ... I also wanted to shrug, but I decided not to copy it. - Do not restrict .. Well, besides the fact that he too fits the .. but does not restrict movement - never thought this word can be used in two senses. - Well, if you think, and good ... That suit is clearly not necessary to alter - I came to a conclusion. - Are you going to give it to me only when I get the job?
- No, you can pick it up - he was still staring at me. And I do not know to be happy or not that I do not know where directed his gaze.
- Thank you - I said. And for some reason she could not move. This is his damn mind, damn glasses ... - Admiring his creation? - I did myself I realized that it is not about the suit. He made me a blonde, incredibly fast, strong, dressed in the costume and even subjected my body's will. Who am I now ... if not its creation? ..
- Of course, because I did not admire a woman? - He smiled. - But my ... creature you also very good.
- Right? .. - It made me what I wanted. And I even did not prevent him, did not try to interfere. - What's good? That everything goes according to your plan? - And I was bitterly of all this. His hands itched to unzip and throw this suit to go to hell ... and get away from here. Anywhere ... before the first shot in the back. - Thank you ... for the suit - but change again before it I wish there was. I took my clothes out of the chair. - I'm free, so I understand? Call if you need another massage. Maybe even we will work well together as a team Excella ...
- Want to join us tonight? - His eyebrows rose. - I think you know where to find us - Wesker is clearly interested in my plans. Which was not.
- Yes? And nothing will not be happy if Excella? - I turned around with a smile on it. - You and I probably do not care, but it is unlikely to want to share with someone you. And even more so with a kind of pathetic experiment, - oh, how I would give anything to see that her eyes ... Full of hatred, possessiveness ... - So ... I go?
- It is unlikely that someone would want me to share, here's how ... One question, since we started talking about it ... - Wesker crossed his arms: - Do you want another? Do you want to spend the evening with me?
- This evening is busy, Wesker, you're not going to deny it ... otherwise it will cease to be so docile, what you need me ... - I put my hand on the door handle, but I could not click on it. Did not want to leave. - An Evening with you? - Tempting ... so tempting that somewhere inside all trembling. - Our second date, right? - If he was not Wesker ... it would still so attracted me? - Sorry, but I have a business ... - I will think about how I'm his every act within these walls have given Chris ... - You do not care with whom to spend the evening ... and I ... anything from you do not want ...
- Jill ... Look at me - I took a deep breath and turned around yet, but does not have to have done it. He also sat in the chair, nothing has changed. No emotion, as a rule. - And say it again.
Well, why ... why he always feels on me your voice? Makes you say that I do not want to say ..
- Wesker ... What's the difference? - He's right .. never was, that I did not want from him. Always ... every time I look at him ... I either want to kill him .. or simply want. Now his voice falter, if I try to repeat what I said ... and then he will again be fun. I looked straight into his face, his eyes were presented for these glasses ... - I. .. I want to spend the evening with you ... But you wanted to hear just to once again assess .. how strong is your power over me ... So now ... I just want to leave ... - But I can not, because it's so hard to avert your eyes ... and generally move. I just can not ...
- Come on, - he said quietly and powerfully. No action of the virus ... only its effect on me. He did not order ... I know he will not do anything if I do not listen to him ... But I could not leave.
Why his voice is so affected me? Worse than any virus ... Worst of all, there is light .. and charming more than any miracle of light.
I wanted to leave, internally I just wanted to press the handle and get out of here, but the body is divided again with consciousness. More precisely, it is combined with a dark side of my mind, which now control me ... I walked over to him, leaving a half-step between us. Closer not ... closer is dangerous. So strange to look down on him ... And it was impossible to get used to. Do not come closer ... and be ready to break out at any moment break out of this room ...
His hand touched my stomach, where it starts lightning, then slowly began to rise along the body. Wesker acquired a taste of games, and maybe still interested in my reaction to every action.
- You feel, Jill?
- Y-yes ... - After his hand poured on the body heat ... and dispersed waves shiver ... For a moment, I wanted to forget ... I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Just forget ... But it was a luxury. I caught his arm and stopped her movement. All this does not make sense ... - What do you .. you want? .. - I asked, continuing to persuade his dark side, she is wrong .. and that we should get out of here until it's done me harm. Belief held bad ... I myself did not notice that was close to him. No divisions in half step ... What he wants ... does it matter to me? The main thing I want it .. is not it? ..
No, these thoughts will drive me crazy ... The mind should not blur .. I must realize that I'm doing. Must ...
- It is better to say ... what you want, Jill? - He pulled his hands, but did nothing at all. - You want no virus ... without my orders ... itself ... on their own.
- Virus ... my only excuse .. - He always takes the message to me. But he's the right question. And I ... I want to ... I do not want at the same time. According to his will ... sleeping with the enemy? .. Yes, this is ridiculous! - No ... itself ... I will not give up .. - It will not be yet another betrayal, Chris ... I ustoyu ... Ustoyu ...
Come on, Wesker, let me go. Enough hypnotize look and voice, leave me alone ... Give me time for you to scold yourself for your feelings.
- No virus .. I will not give in ... even their own desires, - said I only just realized that it was me holding his hand. He did not hold ... I'm free ... and I can go ... But do not go. And even released his hand .. I was not able to move.
- So go - he really does not feel anything like this? .. - Because you can not resist me. Is not that right, Jill? - He just sat there and stared at me. And if I am, bent over and unbuttoned his shirt to feel again this heat to touch his lips, he could not resist. Because it won anyway.
- Why then .. You asked ... about the virus? - My hand automatically reached for him. I touched his hand to his cheek and neck. Why is all this ... one great crime, for which I had then I will not forgive myself ... what conscience will give me daily nightmares. Great was the temptation to unbutton his shirt, but I did not give it. Though something ... - Why ... every time you kill something in me ... - The last remnants of my ... the one that was in the body before you bet on him experiments. - Put me out of here ... Cast out of his office .. tell him I'm in the way to work ... - But this is unlikely to banish me ...
- But you do not disturb me - right, Jill, did you entertained. - Kill something in you? I? After all, I'm not doing anything. You do kill themselves, that's what me and curious. How far are you willing to go in this moral suicide.
- It does not make sense ... - The mind now was not the question. My head full of fog prevailed, and I hardly knew what I was doing.
Bending down closer to him, I kissed his lips. Yes, he's right .. moral suicide, otherwise it's just not called. But his lips ... it was too much temptation. Every time ... for the third kiss .. I like all the very start. And resistance is silence. Everything always starts with me .. and he is interested in it ... how low can I fall ... and how greatly affected. All messed around ... vanished like .. just a taste of his lips ... the hot, such coveted. My curse ...
He did not particularly like answering kiss, and did not move. Perhaps he was bored, perhaps curious that I will take on ... Maybe he was thinking at that moment about Excella that the same will come to him tonight ...
Have to go. Just so I can surprise him. And he will not run for me, so I can safely get to the room ... and I have nothing to be blamed myself because I did not do anything. Time to stop myself ... Not resist once .. then I will not be able to look at it properly.
But in general ... When I looked at him properly? ..
I sat up and looked at him again .. his glasses, his lips .. are inviting ... Sometimes, however, it was easier to get over yourself, than to think, how to correct any errors.
Now ... I could go. Felt like there are forces ... to retreat. But ... Is it a time?
- Today .. you're just so busy and ... that relax - I smiled, finally allowing myself to begin unbuttoning his black shirt. Swipe your finger from the neck to the chest ... easily, gently ... - Poor Captain ... all the work ... - But, when I had all of its buttons, you can hold his hand over his body .. feel the heat ... and torturing himself with in order to keep ... near impossible.
- Because you did not answer my question - how could he be so cold-blooded? All his life he only engaged in that cultivate indifference and will power? .. He does not feel this desire? .. Not at all?
- And you ignore my questions, do not we're even? - Well, probably better than me trying to Excella. This does not even matter ... I just experiment ... long ceased to be herself. I'm a little down his shirt, exposing his shoulders, touching their lips. I could think of ever .. I'll be here so kiss shoulders Captain Wesker? What ever be in such a horrible way to bring your favorite? .. Jill ... she really dead?
Spending tongue up his neck and closer to the ear, I quietly asked:
- Which of your questions ... you want to hear the answer?
- On the one ... but I will ask the new this time - he slowly took off his glasses and looked at me and pulled my chin, so close that I could count his eyelashes. - Do you prefer me Redfield, I understand you correctly?
- Why do you always remember him? - Inside boiled rage, and I could not resist ... dug her fingers into his shoulders. Dug so much that even I was hurt. For him, it's probably as a mosquito bite ... I do not know. But I always cringe when he spoke about Chris. And especially now ... But it was all so clear ... If the former, I was dead ... why always blame themselves for betraying Chris? .. - Yes, I prefer you ... - Anyway, he will answer my question. - I do not deserve it ... not worthy ... - And I realized it for so long. It will not be sorry when I kill ... should not. Because between us there was nothing ... - Do you ... as bad ... a spoiled, which made me ... - And I hate you for it! But somehow that does not stop me want you even more.
- Jill, Jill ... - His lips touched the ear lobe, went down on his neck. - Because he loves you ... and is looking for you ... and you are so beautiful you want to trample all this? - He grinned. - Fully break it ... And could not have imagined that you would do it for me ... - Heard the sound unzips his lips moved just a little less hair tickled her face.
This is a hand ... All this ... every gesture, every change in his voice, every look. Perhaps unconsciously, but all in order to break down the Chris ... Trample ...
- No ... - I gasped and stumbled badly, I stepped back, resting against the wall. What am I doing here ... engaged in the destruction of the only cost me a man? I do not kill themselves, and attempt to cook it ... What am I doing? - And you think ... he finds out about this? Know when I'm going to kill him? - Yes, I think I looked very sorry, because it felt like standing in the eyes of tears rolled down her cheeks. It's a trap, a trap of this situation there is no way ... - He can not love ... should not look ... - Chris, please, forget ... - Or you order ... so I told him before he died ... with any desire I kissed you? Did the ... I never allowed myself .. with it ...
- Great idea, Jill - Wesker nodded, looking intently into my face, then got up and came over. - Maybe I'll order. It will be interesting to see his face, as broken heart.
He had chased me into a corner ... I was not sure where to go from him, from his words, from his sight ...
- You would not ... - The voice - it was the only thing that little remained in my possession. He could not order it. Chris's heart ... it will be broken as soon as he sees me. Because already understand that this is a betrayal ... A further words or actions ... will be the only option. How awful dance on the ruins of the heart. - I hate you, I hate! - I beat his fists on his chest, then hit it on the shirt, then the naked body. I beat my best, not sparing of their hands, but still ... He felt nothing. He did not know what a broken heart ... He hardly ever knows what the heart. - I hate ... - As expected, the power in his fists quickly petered out, rage ended. After all ... had only to hate myself. For the fact that the weak ... for having killed himself once woke up next to Wesker. This is ... only my fault ...
- Go to your room - sounded like a death sentence on him. When I was able to see him again, he was sitting in my seat, staring intently at the paper, as if nothing had happened. Even the shirt was buttoned.

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Water is allowed to relax. I did the water is hot, then cold, not to give yourself completely to forget. It is necessary to carefully analyze everything ... He was there, I felt the warmth of his hand, even through gloves, I even thought he was not only left burns on my skin, and all the burn-through to the bone. And my body ... this time he could not resist. Rather, it is drawn to him. I myself would like it .. feel him closer .. unacceptably close. And I could not stop himself, attacked ... if we had not been interrupted by his researchers. I .. killed them. On his orders? Or knowingly ... or I really wanted to kill them, but could not admit to myself? What do I do with myself ... these torments will kill me.
Off the water, I wrapped myself in a warm robe and went into the room. And just fell exhausted on the bed. Such emptiness inside ... When he called me the perfect co-worker ... I felt proud. Why ... what's happening? I wish your enemy to follow orders without question the most hated man in the world ... This is not healthy. That I was so drawn to it ... Even despite the fact that a single word of it, I can kill .... Hate ... him, his voice, his eyes, his lips .. and himself. Because I can not resist .. and for the fact that I want it. Okay, do not think about it. If I do not pay much attention to your useless thoughts, then everything will be normal.
The night passed in a delirium. I was awake, but not awake. Was somewhere between two worlds ... between reality and dreams ... And this state I did not like it though tears me apart. So in the morning I was once again broken .. It would be better to visit me memories than such thoughts do not leave me alone. The best way to escape was an exercise, which I devoted the whole day until the moment I went for another man and white. Hmm .. brand new? He took me a bit different corridor than usual. After about five minutes we were in a long hallway with many doors. The man in white told me to wait there, and he disappeared behind a door. It was dim. How did I miss daylight lamps ... always alone ... I wandered down the hall a little from side to side, until she heard voices. One door was slightly ajar, so he could hear what was happening in the room, which was located behind this door. I heard voices .... because these voices was impossible not to know. Opposite in its effect on me ... one charming and second, causing anger and hatred ... I myself do not have time to recover, as peeped through the crack left by that door.
- So, our further actions are canceled? - Sitting at a wide table Wesker today was not in the best mood.
- Just laid on ... indefinitely - Excella, now dressed in a severe black-and-white suit, carefully paced from side to side behind him.
- Procrastination is fatal - he took off his glasses and put them aside. - Waiting is not as out of place.
- I understand, but decisive action will cause unnecessary suspicion - it was serious, it seems, has spent a lot of time to discuss the case and forces. - Project Las Plagas successful. If we wait a little longer and wait for better conditions, it is unlikely bad for Ouroboros.
- You're right - he concluded after several minutes of silence. Still, he was not happy, it was expressed in appearing on the forehead wrinkles.
- Albert - this name was a whole range of tones, each of which it was impossible to catch. She put her hands on his arms, looking up at the shoulders and a little squeezing. - You've always been patient ... I hope for your patience during this time.
He was silent for a while, and then exhaled loudly and threw his head back, leaning against her chest. She gently touched the base of his neck and shoulders, relaxing tense body.
I closed her eyes for a moment and turned away, because I could not watch anymore. If burned eyes .. Why did I react? I understand very well what it feels ... when I want to destroy the opponent, to wipe it off the face of the Earth ... and get someone to forget about its existence. It was an acute attack of jealousy. Seems ... so jealous I have not had ... But why? The fact that they have a relationship, no doubt ... but I did not care. But it was enough to see how much it invests in its implications ... in view, he can not even see the inside ... and all seemed to explode ... No doubt still acted and how he allowed himself to relax ... in her hands .... Why ... I wanted to be in her place? .. But rather than go and fling it from him, I just turned back to him ... Why did I own over a mock ...
- It is necessary to work ... - He muttered a few minutes, opening his eyes.
- You should rest yet - Excella clearly did not want to let him out of their hands, and can, and actually cared about him.
- No time - he shook his head, coming back to the table and some another securities.
- When will ... - She was right, the further, the less likely that you have to go away at least for a while from all the ... She stood next to him, sitting on the table. - Even this ... as you ... needed breaks. You're going to do again ... R-30.
Wesker from frown looked at her, then got up and nodded
- I used to work with the project to the end. Especially, when it is going well. - She wanted to say, but his finger went to her lips, blocking further flow of words. - Work continued here until the very branch we can not act.
Excella just nodded.
- I'm sorry to interrupt you .. - All right, as you can already be in place? I knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer came. Do not care what I get for this ... but look at the two I do not enjoy. - But I was brought here and left .. - I note with interest looked at Excella. How does it feel to peer helper? I guess ... she's happy ... sometimes. When he gives it in her hand like a couple of minutes ago.
- When to report? - Excella gave me a quick glance, but her voice clearly went cold, though remained the same .. peculiar.
- Tomorrow morning - Wesker presented her research. - Or tonight - a wisp of a smile appeared on his lips for a split second, but then he disappeared behind a familiar face.
Excella left without another word.
- The project in which you participate, Jill, can not be brought to the ideal ... but I can adjust it as - he flexed his neck and hid his eyes behind his glasses. - Soon you will be full and you will be my assistant to perform tasks. I can only verify some of your features. - He looked at me. - What a view, Jill?
- Looking like look - how do I know what I'm watching? But that "tonight" ... and his smile ... insides boil. With such a mindset .. and fight ... Vent it all the senses as it is to me .. He and the his Italian. I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath in the lungs ... focused. Empty the mind of thoughts ... all thoughts of what it meant to me a fleeting smile he gave Excella, should now go away. A little breath, I opened my eyes again. - Why the project can not be brought to the ideal? - However, probably now I do not really care .. - We go to the gym?
- Alas, no, today I am very busy with another - he shook his head and sat down again. - In order to achieve the ideal, it is necessary to spend a lot of time ... which I do not.
- I'm sorry - I can barely suppress a smile. Therefore, you may have something to go wrong, eh? I walked around the office. This free space, twice my room. But still ... no windows. How can you live without sunlight? Yet he nonhuman, again all fits. I looked at him. He really looked tired, and I mentally agreed Excella that even he needs a rest. But to say it does not make sense. For some reason I suddenly wanted to take the place of Excella .. behind him ... a massage ... Crazy thought, who locks them in my head? No, no massage, let her do it. She, apparently, loves to please him ... I'm not here for that. - And then what ... why am I here today?
- You'll have to wait a while - he nodded at the chair opposite him. - Sit down.
So why have so early increase of the room?
I obediently sat down, settled comfortably in his chair. Hands on the arms, and head back in the chair. As well ... how much time has passed since then, I felt so comfortable? Divine chair. Would have to sit a little longer, relax and think of the sun, which is somewhere behind the walls so brightly shining. I've not soon see if you do not try to run ... But he and I both know ... can not escape. This is only a dream, a pipe dream.
- Very ... comfortable chair - I later approved for ten minutes, I guess. Can not stand the silence. And then he was so absorbed in his paper that he had someone to save! Deal with me, and then to take up securities and Excella with its report.
So quiet, and so now he is not in the best frame of mind, not zli him even more. And it would end badly.
- Maybe ... I can help you? - Finally I asked, after a while. Chair, can, and comfortable, but sit there with nothing to do ... still sometimes feel on edge ... code realize that sitting in front of Wesker.
- Just shut up, - he said, not looking up from writing something. - As always, can not sit still, yes, Valentine? - Like ten years ago when I was serving a penalty for being late and waited for him to send me somewhere ...
What is this? Patience to me, of course, is clearly not enough, but do so with the hostages - a bad taste!
- Do not sit still - I said, and even for a moment closed her eyes. And again, in front of me was Excella how much tenderness she invested in their hands ... Massage does not. Getting up from the easy chair, I went behind his back and put her hands on his shoulders. - Maybe it would be best to work ... - Massaging gently at first, but then with more confidence. Here you need more toughness than tenderness, or fail to relax until the end ... But, of course, not without tenderness. Oh, the experience masseuse I have a pretty good one. Well, as soon as you are furious, Albert?
But to my surprise, Wesker is not out of his mind, not ordered me to return to his seat, he did not say anything at first, as if nothing had felt.
- Below the fingers, Jill - finally he said.
You have some disproportionate shoulders ... But, he said, I put her hands a little lower, making more stops ... And moved his fingers a little closer to the neck. If you make a mistake, it can be painful ... click on certain points. But for him it is unlikely to really work. This man has no idea what pain is.
- That's it? - I asked, putting in their movement more power. Strange, but when he was our captain ... me a lot of time coming up with the idea to give him a massage. Surprisingly, now that I'm doing this ... their hands, as they wish, without the virus. And I like it ...
- Yes ... - He was distracted from his papers, because his body is fed to my hands, finally obediently relaxing. - That's right ... - He was not going to pretend that he does not like something.
- I should not have interrupted you, right? - The smile itself appeared on my face. If Excella now saw it ... as she looked at me? - She obviously made you a massage ... with a little more love .. - But still important - to properly distribute the force. I began to think that I could ever be so ... behind him .. To know that his body is in my hands ... but nothing. Do not stop ... until he stops. Maybe this is another side effect of the virus? - Or ... I call it ... you finished? - Slightly bent to his ear, I whispered.
- We will end the evening - he exhaled noisily. It is surprising that it, the same things that the ordinary men ... Is this possible? .. - How did the two of you want .. me to relax ... - He said, but he did not remove my hand from my shoulders.
- Well ... you're so tired ... - But a replica of the evening still pushed my hands on the pain points. Of course, Wesker reacted little, so I went back to the places where massaged to his words. Once inside the hot ... I hate the feeling of jealousy, and even unwarranted. That's their business, I am here ... just a hostage. What is this? And I should stop, but continued to arm themselves to give him a massage ... Another clouding his mind. - If you relax ... both of us will be easier to live .. - And some people even nicer. - Yes, and then ... you something .. dissatisfied? - But damn ... his reaction ... I like it. It should not be ... But I do not care.
- No, what are you, - he smiled. - You are very interesting to see - that's the whole point ... As always, it is only necessary to observe the objects ... - But you seem to like it even more than me.
- What's not to like a reaction to the actions of men, women? - I returned again to whisper. Right in his ear, continuing to increase strength, but trying to add more and tenderness. No .. hardly ... I do not think my hands are suitable for tenderness. - And what ... somewhere you write down your observations? - I asked with a smile, and even fire inside a little off. After all ... we Excella on one level. He does not care for us both. - Yes .. bring you pleasure .. sheer pleasure ... - Still smiling, I agreed with him.
- Jill ... who you are so messed up in this time? .. - Said he did not keep quiet groan. Yes, my hands are operated correctly. - Are Chris ... would never have thought of that.
- We will do anything today? - Only he was able to speak the words that immediately made me realize. I took her hands and quickly covered the distance to the chair and sat back. He dare not even speak its name ... Not only will your hands immediately went cold, but I did not want to even smile. Just wanted to wring his neck ... I am, by the way, might try to do now. Yes, it would be very romantic ... - Or I can go back to my room .. and reflect on "who spoiled me"?
- No ... I still have one thing to you ... - He got up, went to the room adjacent to this one, and went out with a kind of bag in hand. - This is my humble gift to you.
- What is it? - I opened the package wary. There was a bundle of some strange material. He pulled it out of the package, I turned around and found that it was a suit. He seemed a bit small, but the fabric is clearly well-stretched. Basically it was purple, but with black and inserts. Material even though he was closer to the touch lycra, but something like a skin. Rather, even snakeskin. Probably, it would have looked really good on any body, but ... This suit was more like clothes for erotic games. Especially troubled by lightning, which went along the entire body, from the neck up to the lower abdomen.
- It's ... - The words died in his throat - what is it? .. - I repeat my question, examining the suit. Unconsciously, I put her hand on fabric .. to the touch, it was a pleasant, slightly cool. - It's me? I mean .. I wear it? - Do not tell me that I have to fight this, please ... I finally found the strength to tear look of the suit and looked at Wesker. He ... mocks ...
- That - nodded Wesker as if nothing had happened. - Normal tissue can not withstand your speed and strength. Can hamper movement. It is specially designed lycra suit. - He smiled slyly: - examples?
- Right now? - Eerily caring Wesker. Before the chills, I would say ... - You know .. me no one ever given clothes - I got up and laid on the couch suit. - Is he ... made especially for me? - Or maybe he's got a bunch of clones of such suits to walk? I inspected the suit in search any tags or anything like that, but nothing. Exactly to order. Well ... such a suit ... you can not see without admiration, it does not argue.
- For you, Jill - he again sat down. - Put it on. - Wesker - an honest man, he would not pry. If only a little bit, but quickly and quietly. - I want to know whether he is good.
He did not have to beg me, because I was very interested ... he will sit on me. Stretch it wrong ... Anyway, I'll be there to feel. Somehow, the idea that it is necessary to be shy and to change into other thoughts, I have not even visited. Wesker sat so quietly that I began to think that, in this study I am alone.
Taking off shirt and pants, I quickly put on his overalls. Yes ... put it was problematic, because it greatly hugged .. Although, perhaps, it was even better, because it does not interfere. And while I fastened the zipper, it occurred to me that I am quite comfortable in it myself feel. The truth seems to be the first time that you stand naked, but it's even better ... there is a feeling that this is my second skin.
- You should make the zipper on the back - with a smile said, when I brought the buckle to the throat. - It would have been interesting - and now I have visited the shame and shyness. This costume is ... hugged everything. I would hope that in the course of a fight .. I forget about it ... - You keep me company .. or should I fight with the air?
- I think I said ... today I'm busy? - He did not turn around. - There is enough space for you, no? - He put something aside and said: - Zipper front is also very convenient.
Did he run up again for a massage?
Well, what to say ... fight with someone who does not exist, is much easier than with Wesker. Even beats just does not work.
At first I did it a sluggish, because the habit immediately defend against attacks Wesker acted only in the immediate vicinity. But then I came to talk .. This costume did get a second skin. Always easier to fight naked because the clothes, no matter how convenient it may be, in any way constrains. Immediately felt that the suit was made for me ... Complete freedom of action, freedom of movement, no fetters. And it was an amazing experience from the fight .. Well, even with the air ... Costume stand and strength, and speed ...
But when I stop, stop waving his arms and legs, I lost ... and again found shyness. Yes, you get used to this feeling ... will have to make great efforts ...
I turned to the table Wesker and started to say something, but did not. He looked up from his papers and looked at me. I terribly wanted to cover up some way to ...
- Well .. normal? - Quietly and hesitantly I asked. Although this is for me to say, normal or not .. but for some reason I wanted to hear his opinion.
- In my opinion, a very good idea - he shrugged his shoulders, his face as usual it was impossible to read anything. - But in this issue is more important what you think.
- I'm comfortable - really, he asks my opinion ... I also wanted to shrug, but I decided not to copy it. - Do not restrict .. Well, besides the fact that he too fits the .. but does not restrict movement - never thought this word can be used in two senses. - Well, if you think, and good ... That suit is clearly not necessary to alter - I came to a conclusion. - Are you going to give it to me only when I get the job?
- No, you can pick it up - he was still staring at me. And I do not know to be happy or not that I do not know where directed his gaze.
- Thank you - I said. And for some reason she could not move. This is his damn mind, damn glasses ... - Admiring his creation? - I did myself I realized that it is not about the suit. He made me a blonde, incredibly fast, strong, dressed in the costume and even subjected my body's will. Who am I now ... if not its creation? ..
- Of course, because I did not admire a woman? - He smiled. - But my ... creature you also very good.
- Right? .. - It made me what I wanted. And I even did not prevent him, did not try to interfere. - What's good? That everything goes according to your plan? - And I was bitterly of all this. His hands itched to unzip and throw this suit to go to hell ... and get away from here. Anywhere ... before the first shot in the back. - Thank you ... for the suit - but change again before it I wish there was. I took my clothes out of the chair. - I'm free, so I understand? Call if you need another massage. Maybe even we will work well together as a team Excella ...
- Want to join us tonight? - His eyebrows rose. - I think you know where to find us - Wesker is clearly interested in my plans. Which was not.
- Yes? And nothing will not be happy if Excella? - I turned around with a smile on it. - You and I probably do not care, but it is unlikely to want to share with someone you. And even more so with a kind of pathetic experiment, - oh, how I would give anything to see that her eyes ... Full of hatred, possessiveness ... - So ... I go?
- It is unlikely that someone would want me to share, here's how ... One question, since we started talking about it ... - Wesker crossed his arms: - Do you want another? Do you want to spend the evening with me?
- This evening is busy, Wesker, you're not going to deny it ... otherwise it will cease to be so docile, what you need me ... - I put my hand on the door handle, but I could not click on it. Did not want to leave. - An Evening with you? - Tempting ... so tempting that somewhere inside all trembling. - Our second date, right? - If he was not Wesker ... it would still so attracted me? - Sorry, but I have a business ... - I will think about how I'm his every act within these walls have given Chris ... - You do not care with whom to spend the evening ... and I ... anything from you do not want ...
- Jill ... Look at me - I took a deep breath and turned around yet, but does not have to have done it. He also sat in the chair, nothing has changed. No emotion, as a rule. - And say it again.
Well, why ... why he always feels on me your voice? Makes you say that I do not want to say ..
- Wesker ... What's the difference? - He's right .. never was, that I did not want from him. Always ... every time I look at him ... I either want to kill him .. or simply want. Now his voice falter, if I try to repeat what I said ... and then he will again be fun. I looked straight into his face, his eyes were presented for these glasses ... - I. .. I want to spend the evening with you ... But you wanted to hear just to once again assess .. how strong is your power over me ... So now ... I just want to leave ... - But I can not, because it's so hard to avert your eyes ... and generally move. I just can not ...
- Come on, - he said quietly and powerfully. No action of the virus ... only its effect on me. He did not order ... I know he will not do anything if I do not listen to him ... But I could not leave.
Why his voice is so affected me? Worse than any virus ... Worst of all, there is light .. and charming more than any miracle of light.
I wanted to leave, internally I just wanted to press the handle and get out of here, but the body is divided again with consciousness. More precisely, it is combined with a dark side of my mind, which now control me ... I walked over to him, leaving a half-step between us. Closer not ... closer is dangerous. So strange to look down on him ... And it was impossible to get used to. Do not come closer ... and be ready to break out at any moment break out of this room ...
His hand touched my stomach, where it starts lightning, then slowly began to rise along the body. Wesker acquired a taste of games, and maybe still interested in my reaction to every action.
- You feel, Jill?
- Y-yes ... - After his hand poured on the body heat ... and dispersed waves shiver ... For a moment, I wanted to forget ... I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Just forget ... But it was a luxury. I caught his arm and stopped her movement. All this does not make sense ... - What do you .. you want? .. - I asked, continuing to persuade his dark side, she is wrong .. and that we should get out of here until it's done me harm. Belief held bad ... I myself did not notice that was close to him. No divisions in half step ... What he wants ... does it matter to me? The main thing I want it .. is not it? ..
No, these thoughts will drive me crazy ... The mind should not blur .. I must realize that I'm doing. Must ...
- It is better to say ... what you want, Jill? - He pulled his hands, but did nothing at all. - You want no virus ... without my orders ... itself ... on their own.
- Virus ... my only excuse .. - He always takes the message to me. But he's the right question. And I ... I want to ... I do not want at the same time. According to his will ... sleeping with the enemy? .. Yes, this is ridiculous! - No ... itself ... I will not give up .. - It will not be yet another betrayal, Chris ... I ustoyu ... Ustoyu ...
Come on, Wesker, let me go. Enough hypnotize look and voice, leave me alone ... Give me time for you to scold yourself for your feelings.
- No virus .. I will not give in ... even their own desires, - said I only just realized that it was me holding his hand. He did not hold ... I'm free ... and I can go ... But do not go. And even released his hand .. I was not able to move.
- So go - he really does not feel anything like this? .. - Because you can not resist me. Is not that right, Jill? - He just sat there and stared at me. And if I am, bent over and unbuttoned his shirt to feel again this heat to touch his lips, he could not resist. Because it won anyway.
- Why then .. You asked ... about the virus? - My hand automatically reached for him. I touched his hand to his cheek and neck. Why is all this ... one great crime, for which I had then I will not forgive myself ... what conscience will give me daily nightmares. Great was the temptation to unbutton his shirt, but I did not give it. Though something ... - Why ... every time you kill something in me ... - The last remnants of my ... the one that was in the body before you bet on him experiments. - Put me out of here ... Cast out of his office .. tell him I'm in the way to work ... - But this is unlikely to banish me ...
- But you do not disturb me - right, Jill, did you entertained. - Kill something in you? I? After all, I'm not doing anything. You do kill themselves, that's what me and curious. How far are you willing to go in this moral suicide.
- It does not make sense ... - The mind now was not the question. My head full of fog prevailed, and I hardly knew what I was doing.
Bending down closer to him, I kissed his lips. Yes, he's right .. moral suicide, otherwise it's just not called. But his lips ... it was too much temptation. Every time ... for the third kiss .. I like all the very start. And resistance is silence. Everything always starts with me .. and he is interested in it ... how low can I fall ... and how greatly affected. All messed around ... vanished like .. just a taste of his lips ... the hot, such coveted. My curse ...
He did not particularly like answering kiss, and did not move. Perhaps he was bored, perhaps curious that I will take on ... Maybe he was thinking at that moment about Excella that the same will come to him tonight ...
Have to go. Just so I can surprise him. And he will not run for me, so I can safely get to the room ... and I have nothing to be blamed myself because I did not do anything. Time to stop myself ... Not resist once .. then I will not be able to look at it properly.
But in general ... When I looked at him properly? ..
I sat up and looked at him again .. his glasses, his lips .. are inviting ... Sometimes, however, it was easier to get over yourself, than to think, how to correct any errors.
Now ... I could go. Felt like there are forces ... to retreat. But ... Is it a time?
- Today .. you're just so busy and ... that relax - I smiled, finally allowing myself to begin unbuttoning his black shirt. Swipe your finger from the neck to the chest ... easily, gently ... - Poor Captain ... all the work ... - But, when I had all of its buttons, you can hold his hand over his body .. feel the heat ... and torturing himself with in order to keep ... near impossible.
- Because you did not answer my question - how could he be so cold-blooded? All his life he only engaged in that cultivate indifference and will power? .. He does not feel this desire? .. Not at all?
- And you ignore my questions, do not we're even? - Well, probably better than me trying to Excella. This does not even matter ... I just experiment ... long ceased to be herself. I'm a little down his shirt, exposing his shoulders, touching their lips. I could think of ever .. I'll be here so kiss shoulders Captain Wesker? What ever be in such a horrible way to bring your favorite? .. Jill ... she really dead?
Spending tongue up his neck and closer to the ear, I quietly asked:
- Which of your questions ... you want to hear the answer?
- On the one ... but I will ask the new this time - he slowly took off his glasses and looked at me and pulled my chin, so close that I could count his eyelashes. - Do you prefer me Redfield, I understand you correctly?
- Why do you always remember him? - Inside boiled rage, and I could not resist ... dug her fingers into his shoulders. Dug so much that even I was hurt. For him, it's probably as a mosquito bite ... I do not know. But I always cringe when he spoke about Chris. And especially now ... But it was all so clear ... If the former, I was dead ... why always blame themselves for betraying Chris? .. - Yes, I prefer you ... - Anyway, he will answer my question. - I do not deserve it ... not worthy ... - And I realized it for so long. It will not be sorry when I kill ... should not. Because between us there was nothing ... - Do you ... as bad ... a spoiled, which made me ... - And I hate you for it! But somehow that does not stop me want you even more.
- Jill, Jill ... - His lips touched the ear lobe, went down on his neck. - Because he loves you ... and is looking for you ... and you are so beautiful you want to trample all this? - He grinned. - Fully break it ... And could not have imagined that you would do it for me ... - Heard the sound unzips his lips moved just a little less hair tickled her face.
This is a hand ... All this ... every gesture, every change in his voice, every look. Perhaps unconsciously, but all in order to break down the Chris ... Trample ...
- No ... - I gasped and stumbled badly, I stepped back, resting against the wall. What am I doing here ... engaged in the destruction of the only cost me a man? I do not kill themselves, and attempt to cook it ... What am I doing? - And you think ... he finds out about this? Know when I'm going to kill him? - Yes, I think I looked very sorry, because it felt like standing in the eyes of tears rolled down her cheeks. It's a trap, a trap of this situation there is no way ... - He can not love ... should not look ... - Chris, please, forget ... - Or you order ... so I told him before he died ... with any desire I kissed you? Did the ... I never allowed myself .. with it ...
- Great idea, Jill - Wesker nodded, looking intently into my face, then got up and came over. - Maybe I'll order. It will be interesting to see his face, as broken heart.
He had chased me into a corner ... I was not sure where to go from him, from his words, from his sight ...
- You would not ... - The voice - it was the only thing that little remained in my possession. He could not order it. Chris's heart ... it will be broken as soon as he sees me. Because already understand that this is a betrayal ... A further words or actions ... will be the only option. How awful dance on the ruins of the heart. - I hate you, I hate! - I beat his fists on his chest, then hit it on the shirt, then the naked body. I beat my best, not sparing of their hands, but still ... He felt nothing. He did not know what a broken heart ... He hardly ever knows what the heart. - I hate ... - As expected, the power in his fists quickly petered out, rage ended. After all ... had only to hate myself. For the fact that the weak ... for having killed himself once woke up next to Wesker. This is ... only my fault ...
- Go to your room - sounded like a death sentence on him. When I was able to see him again, he was sitting in my seat, staring intently at the paper, as if nothing had happened. Even the shirt was buttoned.

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