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For several days I trained hard, so no strength left thinking about Chris, they hurt me. Somewhere inside, I realized that we ... hardly see each other. And if they meet again, then surely on different sides of the barricades. I threw his walks along the corridor, it was necessary to focus on the exercise ... It is time to bring the muscles in the condition in which they were before I sleep, which lasted a year. And I was amazed how quickly became my go ... Sometimes I do not even have time to figure out how and what I did, but the result is beheld. Incredible lifting force ... I do not know what he did with the capabilities of my body, but it is definitely starting to like me.
In the evenings, when the body ached and pleaded about the rest, I just lay motionless in bed, trying not to go into the memories, fully immersed in their past. Yes, the system self-control and resistance I have somehow gone to the dogs. When it's time to do with me ...
Delving into his memoirs today, I stumbled on something that is very long tried to bury deep within me ... Together with the memory of a date with Wesker, only there was something much worse ... How long have I told myself that this is all just sleep, the effects of hitting his head on the floor ... The belief missing for five years, and then he came to doubt. It was necessary to re-inspire yourself that this is only a hallucination ... it was not me ...
Apparently, the next five years have passed, expired ... and in front of me again so clearly appeared picture ...
- Wesker! - We found it at the bottom of the laboratory under the mansion. He ... he was the cause of all our misfortunes. But when I say his name is behind me clicked the trigger.
- Thank you, Barry. - Said the captain, and I realized that there is no end of human meanness ... Former teammate ... teaches me guns ... former captain destroy his unit ... - Oh, do not blame Barry in everything - Wesker if reading my thoughts. - I heard it the second half and two cute little girl will have hard times, if it does not do everything that I say.
- Oh, Wesker, you're pitiful, - I said, at the same time realizing that the words - this is all that is left for me. I can not get my arms, I can not make the extra step because I can get a bullet in the head. Damn, and the situation is ...
- You do not worry, dear. For you all, in any case will be over soon.
- Why destroy S.T.A.R.S.? - I think at that time it was the only thing I did not understand. I did not want to understand ...
- Believe it or not, but it is a goal Umbrella.
- So you're just a slave of Umbrella.
- Smart girl, but I think you still do not understand. Your words mean nothing. I will destroy everyone in the lab. Barry, go upstairs and wait there - when he left, I was not even able to hold his gaze, Wesker instructed me your gun. Barry, from our department only you had a wife and children ... that's why they were able to squeeze you ... Terrible ... He laughed and said: - You must love Barry. And he really is afraid of Umbrella.
- You .. you bastard! - All I could utter, for which he received a blow to the face gun. Well, at least he did not shoot ... that's good.
- Umbrella? Yes, I used some of the techniques, but nothing to do with Umbrella. I used Barry for personal gain. Both of you are thinking that I was following orders from Umbrella.
- What! What are you thinking? - So ... it does not work for Umbrella? What ... what's going on here at all then? He killed us, following only their own interests? Why? ..
- I think it's time to show and tell - he turned away from me for something that was in a large capsule filled with water. And there was something that certainly does not look like a man ... - He's great.
- Just ... for this? - We were dying for the sake of this terrible thing??
- You know, I hate goodbyes, - he said, still looking with admiration at a terrible travesty of man, enclosed in glass. The perfect form of life, right? - But I think you can help me revise my attitude, Jill ...
Before I had time to realize that, since I am not under the gun should get weapons, is to resist, to defend himself, until he has recovered this piece, his lips covered my captain, and his hand holding the gun, and pressed me to him. I have not even noticed how unintentionally answered overbearing kiss, though inherently wanted to find the strength to resist it.
Train of thought took me somewhere far away ... Rather, thought of themselves blown away somewhere far away, leaving in my mind a perfect void.
Wesker ...
How much time ... I imagined it? I am ashamed to admit ... but not under these circumstances. I squeezed his hands into fists and rested them on his chest, but either I did not have the physical strength, or desire ... I could not stop that kiss, because for too long wanted him. And now, when I learned that he was just insensitive bastard ... why I still want to kiss him? Hitting a couple of times with his fists on his chest, I stepped ... relaxed hands, opened his hand ...
Had the strength to resist, but why ... why I did not use them? He became enemy number one, why now I let my hand wrap itself around his neck? This is crazy ... absorbs me crazy ... need to break ... break ... where is my willpower? .. Where did she suddenly vanished? It is not I embrace it ... it can not be me ...
- The last time ... You did not give me a chance to reply - he said a low whisper quiet, a little aloof to one `s back in a moment with a kiss on my lips. His free hand touched the back of the head, beretka fell to the floor, but I am no longer aware of it, because she felt his tongue playing with my tongue. I'm ... must not allow ourselves this! .. Why am I so like to feel through clothes his hot hands on my back? ..
I no longer aware of all that was happening around him. Only he remained in my mind, only his hands, lips, tongue ... I could not even breathe, to somehow take a breath ... But I do not need to. I wanted to shoot him ... or kill anything that comes to hand, but instead I just went to cuddle him ... From strength to embrace it.
His actions were killing me ... destroyed all that was good in me. Because I really could not resist. I hated him, but this did not prevent me hate kissing him and dream to rip his clothes off. But this is only a game ... just a mockery before my death ...
Yes, Wesker, just a little closer ... I ran a hand through his neck through the soft white hair. This was also in my dreams ... so many dreams to see how soft his hair to now realize that may be so soft hair only my murderer ...
Give me is the ability to breathe!
No ... better that I choke .. in your arms .. Do not let me come back to life.
Again broke the kiss for a few seconds, Wesker hoisted me on the table, as a precaution to be behind his back.
- My little Valentine, - he said quietly, looking me in the eyes, which were now visible even behind the glasses. Legs wrapped themselves around his hips, I wanted to feel his body, wanted to know how he reacts to what is happening ... But just to catch all the edge of consciousness, again feeling his hot kiss. I wanted so much to him that breath catches ... How long do I have to save up those emotions, to nothing but his kisses awakened in me that? ..
- Wesker ... - I breathed. No, it's not up to the air ... I took him by the edge of the shirt and pulled him to her ... it seemed that without his lips death comes soon ... Come on, we will not stop this? This time I dug myself into his mouth ... Sooner or later it's all over .. Give me time to enjoy ... Even through clothing, I felt that his body was hot ... really, his hands ... What is going on ... I seemed bewitched ... I can not break away from his lips, but even he can not break away, curled up ... more It is terrible to think what you could end up ... If only he stopped ... Stop this mess ...
I managed to take off his jacket, which I just besil ... he interfered so much sense. But under his shirt, he had another shirt ... I did not realize I was breathless ... Hands themselves have got under his shirt ... I burned his body, but it was worth it ... I will never forget such a fever. It will ... most vivid before my death? Yes, to hell with all the thoughts ...
Wesker ... what are you doing ... with almost doing nothing ....
He allowed me enough to enjoy our common actions ... Although enough by his standards - I was not all. Finally he stopped, watching as I try to cope with their own breath, which is the lack of chest starts to hurt, and to cope with the heart ...
- No, no, little Jill - Wesker grabbed my hand, intending to remove his glasses. I reached out to his lips, but he just shook his head. - You've got too much at this time - he walked away, and I wanted to kill him, even more than at the moment when I found out about his betrayal. The body seemed cramped, I could not move, and he pointed his gun at me: - Sorry, but it's time to say goodbye for real ...
Then just come back Barry saved me from certain death ... But saved it?
I opened my eyes and pulled the village. Nightmare ... how much more I'll deal with this memory? The answer is always. I was overcome. What happened, happened. Many may say that the past is not important, but for me that I allowed myself ... that allowed him to do with me ... For me it was important, even though I tried to convince myself otherwise. Those minutes should not have been ... but they were, and they can not live their lives.

I only made picture.
Text belong author of fanfic [link]

models
Albert Wesker by A-m-b-e-r-w-o-l-f
Jill by Kukla-Factory
Natla Ship room by Dusan
Glass Cage by Dusan

made in
Xnalara

Description
For several days I trained hard, so no strength left thinking about Chris, they hurt me. Somewhere inside, I realized that we ... hardly see each other. And if they meet again, then surely on different sides of the barricades. I threw his walks along the corridor, it was necessary to focus on the exercise ... It is time to bring the muscles in the condition in which they were before I sleep, which lasted a year. And I was amazed how quickly became my go ... Sometimes I do not even have time to figure out how and what I did, but the result is beheld. Incredible lifting force ... I do not know what he did with the capabilities of my body, but it is definitely starting to like me.
In the evenings, when the body ached and pleaded about the rest, I just lay motionless in bed, trying not to go into the memories, fully immersed in their past. Yes, the system self-control and resistance I have somehow gone to the dogs. When it's time to do with me ...
Delving into his memoirs today, I stumbled on something that is very long tried to bury deep within me ... Together with the memory of a date with Wesker, only there was something much worse ... How long have I told myself that this is all just sleep, the effects of hitting his head on the floor ... The belief missing for five years, and then he came to doubt. It was necessary to re-inspire yourself that this is only a hallucination ... it was not me ...
Apparently, the next five years have passed, expired ... and in front of me again so clearly appeared picture ...
- Wesker! - We found it at the bottom of the laboratory under the mansion. He ... he was the cause of all our misfortunes. But when I say his name is behind me clicked the trigger.
- Thank you, Barry. - Said the captain, and I realized that there is no end of human meanness ... Former teammate ... teaches me guns ... former captain destroy his unit ... - Oh, do not blame Barry in everything - Wesker if reading my thoughts. - I heard it the second half and two cute little girl will have hard times, if it does not do everything that I say.
- Oh, Wesker, you're pitiful, - I said, at the same time realizing that the words - this is all that is left for me. I can not get my arms, I can not make the extra step because I can get a bullet in the head. Damn, and the situation is ...
- You do not worry, dear. For you all, in any case will be over soon.
- Why destroy S.T.A.R.S.? - I think at that time it was the only thing I did not understand. I did not want to understand ...
- Believe it or not, but it is a goal Umbrella.
- So you're just a slave of Umbrella.
- Smart girl, but I think you still do not understand. Your words mean nothing. I will destroy everyone in the lab. Barry, go upstairs and wait there - when he left, I was not even able to hold his gaze, Wesker instructed me your gun. Barry, from our department only you had a wife and children ... that's why they were able to squeeze you ... Terrible ... He laughed and said: - You must love Barry. And he really is afraid of Umbrella.
- You .. you bastard! - All I could utter, for which he received a blow to the face gun. Well, at least he did not shoot ... that's good.
- Umbrella? Yes, I used some of the techniques, but nothing to do with Umbrella. I used Barry for personal gain. Both of you are thinking that I was following orders from Umbrella.
- What! What are you thinking? - So ... it does not work for Umbrella? What ... what's going on here at all then? He killed us, following only their own interests? Why? ..
- I think it's time to show and tell - he turned away from me for something that was in a large capsule filled with water. And there was something that certainly does not look like a man ... - He's great.
- Just ... for this? - We were dying for the sake of this terrible thing??
- You know, I hate goodbyes, - he said, still looking with admiration at a terrible travesty of man, enclosed in glass. The perfect form of life, right? - But I think you can help me revise my attitude, Jill ...
Before I had time to realize that, since I am not under the gun should get weapons, is to resist, to defend himself, until he has recovered this piece, his lips covered my captain, and his hand holding the gun, and pressed me to him. I have not even noticed how unintentionally answered overbearing kiss, though inherently wanted to find the strength to resist it.
Train of thought took me somewhere far away ... Rather, thought of themselves blown away somewhere far away, leaving in my mind a perfect void.
Wesker ...
How much time ... I imagined it? I am ashamed to admit ... but not under these circumstances. I squeezed his hands into fists and rested them on his chest, but either I did not have the physical strength, or desire ... I could not stop that kiss, because for too long wanted him. And now, when I learned that he was just insensitive bastard ... why I still want to kiss him? Hitting a couple of times with his fists on his chest, I stepped ... relaxed hands, opened his hand ...
Had the strength to resist, but why ... why I did not use them? He became enemy number one, why now I let my hand wrap itself around his neck? This is crazy ... absorbs me crazy ... need to break ... break ... where is my willpower? .. Where did she suddenly vanished? It is not I embrace it ... it can not be me ...
- The last time ... You did not give me a chance to reply - he said a low whisper quiet, a little aloof to one `s back in a moment with a kiss on my lips. His free hand touched the back of the head, beretka fell to the floor, but I am no longer aware of it, because she felt his tongue playing with my tongue. I'm ... must not allow ourselves this! .. Why am I so like to feel through clothes his hot hands on my back? ..
I no longer aware of all that was happening around him. Only he remained in my mind, only his hands, lips, tongue ... I could not even breathe, to somehow take a breath ... But I do not need to. I wanted to shoot him ... or kill anything that comes to hand, but instead I just went to cuddle him ... From strength to embrace it.
His actions were killing me ... destroyed all that was good in me. Because I really could not resist. I hated him, but this did not prevent me hate kissing him and dream to rip his clothes off. But this is only a game ... just a mockery before my death ...
Yes, Wesker, just a little closer ... I ran a hand through his neck through the soft white hair. This was also in my dreams ... so many dreams to see how soft his hair to now realize that may be so soft hair only my murderer ...
Give me is the ability to breathe!
No ... better that I choke .. in your arms .. Do not let me come back to life.
Again broke the kiss for a few seconds, Wesker hoisted me on the table, as a precaution to be behind his back.
- My little Valentine, - he said quietly, looking me in the eyes, which were now visible even behind the glasses. Legs wrapped themselves around his hips, I wanted to feel his body, wanted to know how he reacts to what is happening ... But just to catch all the edge of consciousness, again feeling his hot kiss. I wanted so much to him that breath catches ... How long do I have to save up those emotions, to nothing but his kisses awakened in me that? ..
- Wesker ... - I breathed. No, it's not up to the air ... I took him by the edge of the shirt and pulled him to her ... it seemed that without his lips death comes soon ... Come on, we will not stop this? This time I dug myself into his mouth ... Sooner or later it's all over .. Give me time to enjoy ... Even through clothing, I felt that his body was hot ... really, his hands ... What is going on ... I seemed bewitched ... I can not break away from his lips, but even he can not break away, curled up ... more It is terrible to think what you could end up ... If only he stopped ... Stop this mess ...
I managed to take off his jacket, which I just besil ... he interfered so much sense. But under his shirt, he had another shirt ... I did not realize I was breathless ... Hands themselves have got under his shirt ... I burned his body, but it was worth it ... I will never forget such a fever. It will ... most vivid before my death? Yes, to hell with all the thoughts ...
Wesker ... what are you doing ... with almost doing nothing ....
He allowed me enough to enjoy our common actions ... Although enough by his standards - I was not all. Finally he stopped, watching as I try to cope with their own breath, which is the lack of chest starts to hurt, and to cope with the heart ...
- No, no, little Jill - Wesker grabbed my hand, intending to remove his glasses. I reached out to his lips, but he just shook his head. - You've got too much at this time - he walked away, and I wanted to kill him, even more than at the moment when I found out about his betrayal. The body seemed cramped, I could not move, and he pointed his gun at me: - Sorry, but it's time to say goodbye for real ...
Then just come back Barry saved me from certain death ... But saved it?
I opened my eyes and pulled the village. Nightmare ... how much more I'll deal with this memory? The answer is always. I was overcome. What happened, happened. Many may say that the past is not important, but for me that I allowed myself ... that allowed him to do with me ... For me it was important, even though I tried to convince myself otherwise. Those minutes should not have been ... but they were, and they can not live their lives.

I only made picture.
Text belong author of fanfic [link]

models
Albert Wesker by A-m-b-e-r-w-o-l-f
Jill by Kukla-Factory
Natla Ship room by Dusan
Glass Cage by Dusan

made in
Xnalara