A Very Strange Weakness
Wesker had her pinned. Claire didn't know how, but he did have her pinned. Albert Wesker had taken her only a few hours ago, and now they were underground in a secret fortress that was the beginning of something new.
Claire Redfield had woken up in a dark bedroom that was furbished in all black, which she assumed was Wesker's. She assumed right.
When she had awakened, he hadn't been anywhere in sight. Claire had thought that she could get away by running blindly and all over hell to find an escape route, but there had been none. The only thing she found was this Tyrant, the one-sided chase began and this is where it ended up.
Back to square fucking one.
At the moment, Wesker's muscular body was straddling Claire's slender frame with one hand holding both of her wrists above her head with the other resting on his thigh. He was enjoying watching her squirm and grunt under his power. Alas, she thought that he wanted to hurt her. Little did she know, that that was far from it.
Finally, Claire gave up squirming and a tear fell from the corner of her eye and onto the pillow behind her head, as she looked up at this man who has caused her and her brother hell for as long as she could remember.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Claire screamed in his face. Wesker didn't flinch, as per usual. His face showing no emotion and those infernal sunglasses made it even creepier.
"Quiet, Dearheart," Wesker replied firmly, but in a soft tone. "We're only a few inches apart from each other, there's no need to shout."
Claire blinked at the audacity of this monster. She took a breath. "What...do you want from me?" She asked through gritted teeth, albeit quieter.
There was a shadow of a smile on his face. "Much better, Dearheart. Now, I just want to know where you hid a certain sample of mine. Tell me just that, and I'll let you go."
Claire saw some single shred of sincerity in his voice, but she didn't want him to find that goddamn sample. She alone took that sample from one of his labs, and she was the only who knew where it was.
Claire glared up at him. She could see her reflection in his sunglasses. "Go to hell. I'm not telling you a goddamn thing, Wesker."
Something of a growl emitted from the pit of Wesker's throat and Claire decided to keep going with one final phrase. "You'll have to kill me."
Wesker bared his perfect teeth and tightened his grip on her wrists which made her wince slightly. Damn it! He didn't want to hurt her, isn't that what he just said to her? He sure as hell didn't want to torture her, either. He wanted to save that for her brother. But, that would be for another time. Right now, he had to focus on the matter at hand.
He let up on some of the pressure on her wrists and continued to stare at her. "Damn it, Claire! Who do I have to kill to get you to tell me where in the hell you put my sample?" He growled hastily.
"If you kill anyone, I'm not telling you a fucking thing, Wesker," Claire shot back in an equal tone. She was flirting with death and she knew it. Hell, they both knew it.
Of course, there was one thing that Wesker could do to make her talk, but she would never admit what it was in a million years.
Claire Redfield was extremely ticklish. Back when her and Chris were much younger, they would play-fight each other. Chris would always cheat by pinning her down and tickling her until she screamed Uncle. That wasn't how the game was played, but Chris didn't care as long as he got his little sister to scream.
Wesker saw that a small smile had appeared on her face. Apparently, she was thinking about something. "What are you planning, Dearheart?" He growled.
Claire's eyebrows flew up and awoke from her bittersweet childhood memory. "Huh? N-Nothing."
Wesker suddenly leaned in closer to her face and laid his other hand by her waist. He wanted to get his point across. "You can't hide anything from me, Claire. One way or another, I'm going to find that sample." He went to lean back and accidentally poked her side with his thumb which, in turn, made Claire let out an involuntary "Eep!"
Wesker seemed a little taken aback. What's this? What had he done to make her do that? Suddenly, his question was answered when Claire flicked her eyes downward at his hand. It was only for a split second, but Wesker saw it. He looked at his gloved hand which he raised slowly, and looked at Claire whose eyes had widened a little. He experimentally put his hand back at Claire's waist. Only this time, it was intentional as he pinched it lightly.
Claire shuttered a little from the pinch and to her horror, Wesker saw this. He quirked an eyebrow. Would he really lower himself to such a childish level to get a measly little sample? She hoped to God that he wouldn't.
"What was that, Dearheart?" Wesker asked. When Claire didn't answer, he did it again. Twice. To his surprise, a very small but quite noticeable giggle made it's way out of her mouth.
No. Could it be? Was Claire Redfield actually...ticklish? He tried again to see if it was a fluke by poking her ribs. The woman gasped and knew that she had been found out.
"Ah, I see that there is one thing that they did not teach you to resist," Wesker stated with a hint of cockiness in his voice. Then again, he always sounded cocky. But, this was a new stage of cockiness.
Claire's lip sneered. "You wouldn't dare," she growled. "Even someone like you wouldn't sink yourself to such a childish level."
Wesker narrowed his face at her. "Try me, Dearheart. Now," he positioned his gloved hand over her stomach into the classic claw position. "Tell me where the sample is."
Claire was at a loss. She hated being tickled, but she could not let him get to that sample! She took in a shaky breath and set her jaw firmly. "Eat shit."
What came next was horrifying to Claire, but a goal to surpass to Wesker. He clawed his hand and buried his strong, large fingers into her stomach.
Wesker couldn't believe it. Beneath him, Claire was laughing and trying to buck him off. He would have done this to her years ago if he had known about it!
"Are you going to tell me, now, Dearheart?" He asked over her beautiful laughter. He lifted his hand from her stomach and looked down at her, waiting for an answer. She needed to catch her breath, anyway.
Claire heaved and she couldn't stop smiling, much to her dismay. Damn it! As long as she was breathing, she would not let him get to that sample! "Fuck," she breathed out. "you."
Wesker sneered and attacked her waist by squeezing it. Claire screamed to his hidden delight as she squirmed.
Through all her screaming and laughing, in the back of her mind, Claire hoped he wouldn't go for the worst spot on her body which was vulnerable at this very moment...
"Tell me. Now!" Wesker growled. He lifted his hand up again, and stared her down.
Claire was trying to catch her breath, and hopefully buy herself some time. She looked at his face. Was he actually enjoying this? Him and Chris both! Goddamn it! "Get bent, Wesker."
The Tyrant sneered and growled; looking for another potential spot. He really needed that sample and he was going to get it, damn it! Suddenly, he looked at a spot that's been in his view the entire time, and here he was busying himself with the stomach, ribs, and waist. Her sleek underarms that were clearly visible because she was wearing a tank top. His lips curled into a feral grin as Claire's eyes widened. She shook her head violently.
"No. No, no, no!" begged Claire as he lowered his finger to her overly exposed underarms. She was at her wit's end. "No, please! I'll tell you where the fucking sample is!" she shrieked.
Wesker tilted his head at her in a sort of amused way. "Too late, Dearheart. You had your chance to tell me when we first began this little game. Now, you have to finish it!" he growled.
His finger wriggled into the hollow of her underarm, and she screamed so loudly that it would have made a dog howl. She bucked, kicked and squirmed so much, that it was making Wesker a little aroused. He grunted and shifted, trying to make that uncomfortable sensation go away.
"Stohahahahahop!" Claire begged as she laughed. "Plehehehehease! I-I'll tell you where hahahaha I'll tell you where the sample is!" Wesker raised an eyebrow and lowered it.
Was she going to actually tell him where it was? Or was she going to send him on a wild goose chase just so he would stop?
Secretly, he was going with the latter. He wanted to do this again. It aroused him to see Claire laugh and scream...
"Alright, Dearheart," Wesker said as he let up. He rest his hand back on his thigh and waited for her to catch her breath. "Tell me where it is, and I'll send you on your way."
Claire coughed and cleared her throat. "Alright," she heaved. "It's...I buried it at the cemetery. It's next...it's next to a big oak tree at the very end of it. You'll find it."
Wesker let go of her wrists and she quickly massaged them. He was still on top of her, though and looked at her as if studying her. "Are you lying to me, Claire?" he asked. "I don't like being lied to."
Claire shook her head. "No. I promise that it's there. You'll find a dirt mound where it was recently buried. I promise."
Wesker found no reason not to believe her. She wouldn't risk being tortured like this again, he was sure of it. He slid off of her, and made his way to the door. She sat up and they looked at each other.
"How do I get out of here?" Claire asked.
"By way of the elevator, of course," Wesker replied like she should have known. Claire mentally face palmed.
Of course! She had passed it numerous times when she was running away from him! It was only down the hall a few paces!
Wesker chuckled as he opened the door. "Be seeing you, Dearheart." He walked out and left it open for her. Claire listened as his footsteps faded away, and then got the hell out of dodge. She found the elevator down the hall, punched the button and she collapsed with her back against the wall as she sat inside the box.
She could still feel the sensation on her body from Wesker's fingers. God, did that man know what he was doing. Ugh!
It was a little while before Claire got up to the surface. When she did, she found her car parked outside. She got in and sped off towards home.
...
It didn't take Wesker long to find the cemetery which Claire had referred to. He stepped through the quiet air and then ran at the big oak tree that she had mentioned. "Seems like you didn't lie after all, Dearheart," he muttered as he arrived at the tree where a dirt mound was, indeed, present. He wasted no time digging and finding a vial.
A vial with a note inside it. Wesker sneered as he broke the delicate glass in his gloved hand, and opened the twisted up piece of paper.
Made you look, asshole.
Wesker growled which erupted into a roar. "Claire!" He wasted no time as he inhumanly sprinted out of the cemetery to find his pretty little liar and make her scream until she was hoarse.