"Why can't you do it?"
He despised her the most when she challenged his imminent Godhood.
His right to rule over man and creation.
"She is a hindrance. A snake with a lying tongue as all women are."
Wesker's shadow covered the sleeper, bruised and bandaged beneath the light covers. All evidences of their recent battle. No, he thought, his glittering crimson eyes piercing the darkness, absorbing the delicate features of the woman's profile.
Struggles in the past had left indelible scars on her soul and body.
She was not a perfect queen for an ugly world.
On the table, rolls of gauze and a bottle of antiseptic stood- she had stared with blank eyes and a hiss in her throat when the clear burbling liquid had washed a spiral of pinkish crimson down the silver drain.
"Getting soft, Jill?" He had asked softly, winding the fine net around her cuts.
She had missed the main arterial veins.
No response. Only a deadness to the once-snapping eyes screaming defiance.
- or have you broken her?
That thought was aberrant to his plans. One Wesker put aside for contemplation much later. Like a fragile doll. So...breakable.
The room was enveloped in silence now.
Even breaths.
Wesker was barely aware of counting each one.
Jill slept, unaware of the monster above her.
..innocent of how close to final death she was.
He imagined her snarling lips, rage-taut muscles, slender woman's fingers crooked and harsh like claws.
She was loveliest at the height of her impotent rage.
Never a Goddess perhaps.
But, an angry princess locked forever in the illusion of youth.
Lowering the hand he had meant to snap her neck with (so easily) he almost couldn't stop himself but let it happen anyway. Curiosity to his own behavior not the least thing in his mind.
The fingers curled around the lock of pale blonde hair (so much like his)
And tucked it back away from Jill's sleeping face.
The princess recoiled in her sleep from his touch.
A faint smirk graced his hard yet masculine Germanic features.
As it should be.
Jill wouldn't break, his not-fragile princess would exist on.
He had plenty of time in the world to wait for the day when she would willingly seek his touch.
Such a travesty.
-finis-
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