"There are plenty of ways for me to teach you how to obey. Let me give you some options, child.." Moving in closer, his hand wraps around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. "One." He whispers in your ear.

"Obey me and join me." Moving to the other side of your ear, he inhales your scent, bringing chills all over your body as he groans, seeing the bumps on your neck. "Two. I kill you."

His thumb slides across your bottom lip and you snap your teeth on his thumb. Breathing deeply, he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back till you let go of his thumb. Wrapping his fingers around your neck, he keeps his cool by remembering he has you under his submission. This is what he has been wanting for a long time. To have you under his submission, to have power over you when no one else could. Control the living, breathing killing machine you are. An animal.

"Your breath is minty." You say casually and he smirks, leaning in closer, breathing softly for you as if teasing your desires. "What's your decision?"

Caressing your cheek, he traces the black tattooed lines that start from the bottom of your eye and the to the ends of your jawline. "Are you curious about where I got these tattoos?"

Right now, you are willing to change the conversation just so you won't have to answer any of his weird questions. "I would like to know."

He says softly, sliding his lips against yours, dying to devour you make you moan for him.

"I'll tell you if you are a good boy." You nip at his bottom lip making him flinch back, checking his bottom lip with his finger the taste of iron fills his tongue. "Did I bite too hard?"

Growling, his eyes glow bright, wanting to punish you for making his bottom lip bleed. Reaching over, he holds your throat, choking you as you struggle to swallow, but breathing is no problem. He's just choking you hard. "Kinky ain't we?" You let out the words in a struggle and he tightens his grip on your neck even more till the chamber doors open and he releases you, looking back at Excella.

"What's going on here?" She asks, feeling the awkward vibe that's being reflected off Wesker.

"Mom! He's choking me!" You scream out and Wesker smacks the side of your face before leaving with Excella. The smack came from his anger at you calling Excella your mother. It just bothered him so much.

"Well. I have never been backhanded by a moody blond bitch." Spitting on the side, you try to figure out how to get out so you start to wiggle around. But nothing you do helps. They stripped you down completely and checked places in your body for anything that might help you escape.

"A Company, always on the run. A Destiny, oh it's a rising sun. I was born with a shotgun in my hands. Behind the gun, I'll make my final stand. That's why they call me Bad Company! I can't deny it. Bad Company! Till the day I die! Until the day I die."

You start making guitar noises and background music as you keep going so you won't feel awkward.