~Day 2~

Chris slowly came to consciousness. The back of his head throbbed painfully, and he opened his eyes to complete darkness. He doubted whether he could see or not but realized it was only a lack of light. His surroundings were questionable as he sat up off of the floor and brought a hand to his head, feeling the warm wet trickle of blood slide down his fingers. He let out a small groan and slid back until his back was resting against the wall, his arms on his knees and his head resting between his legs.

The last thing the sharpshooter could remember was Wesker's bright red eyes. He clenched his hands into fists and hissed out in pain when he remembered Wesker had crushed the fingers of his left hand between his boot and the floor. Chris cradled his injured hand to his chest and felt around for his gun, which was missing from its holster as well as his knife and all the medical supplies he'd carried with him when he set off to find and kill Albert Wesker.

The brunet sighed and tilted his head back against the wall, trying to think of anything but the blond demon that captured him. A metallic sliding door opened with a whoosh and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling turned on, blinding Chris temporarily. Once his eyes adjusted, he looked up to find no other than said blond standing before him, clad in his usual black leather attire.

"Glad to see you've finally awoken, Chris." Wesker hissed the brunet's name as if it were acid on his tongue.

"Save it, Wesker! Where am I?" Chris took the moment to look around the room, which was completely white and had absolutely nothing in it. The tiles around him were stained dark red with his blood.

Wesker chuckled and looked down upon the brunet, his demonic eyes flashing behind his shades.

"Somewhere no one will ever find you."

And with that, Wesker began his assault.

Chris barely had time to register that the blond was no longer standing in front of him before a black clad hand was wrapped around his throat, lifting him into the air so he was slightly above Wesker. His hands automatically went to the hand cutting off his oxygen supply, clawing at it uselessly but to no avail. Chris gasped hard, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen that would not come, the edges of his vision beginning to blur. At the last possible moment, Wesker loosened his grip, allowing the brunet to take large gulps of air into his lungs before coughing spastically.

Wesker smirked at the sight of his inferior in pain, relishing in the pleasure it brought him. Oh, the fun he would have with his new toy. With a flick of his wrist, Chris was thrown against the wall, falling to the floor in a heap. Wesker took one final glance at the injured Redfield before striding from the room.

~Day 5~

Chris had no recollection of time in this place. Every minute that passed by felt like hours, every hour like days, every day like months. Wesker came and went often, bringing only more destruction to Chris' body and will in his wake. The sharpshooter was beyond hungry, his arms wrapped around his stomach in a feeble attempt to try and ease the pain. His wounds went untended as always, more and more bruises and scars littering his lithe form every day.

~Day 12~

When he was alone, Chris thought a lot. What purpose could he serve Wesker, other than a toy to play with and neglect whenever felt like? He had always known the blond to be sadistic, but at this point Chris was beginning to doubt if help was ever going to come. He tried to remain as strong as possible mentally, but his physical weaknesses were beginning to weigh him down.

~Day 17~

Chris had come to welcome the darkness of oblivion that unconsciousness brought him. It was a place to escape from the pain he suffered in the waking world, his only real salvation. More and more often he succumbed to the darkness willingly, the fire of hope within him flickering and beginning to slowly extinguish.

~Day 20~

When the lights turned on, Chris remained curled in a fetal position. He knew what was coming and prepared himself for the ruthless assault that would be brought upon him. He stopped fighting it long ago, stopped cursing the blond demon when he'd threatened to cut out Chris' tongue.

Wesker's steps echoed in the small room as he advanced towards his captive, who was a truly astonishing sight to behold. He had never witnessed Chris in so much agony, succumbing to the fate before him. He almost missed it when the brunet fought him. But today, he had a different type of pain to bring upon the man lying on the floor before him.

Chris gasped as Wesker's hand wrapped around his throat roughly, not quite hard enough to cut off his oxygen yet, pushing the brunet back onto the floor. Chris looked up at the shaded eyes of his ex-captain, wondering how the man he once knew so well could turn into this monster.

Wesker removed a knife from the confines of his coat, and Chris recognized it as his own, kept as a memoir from his days back in S.T.A.R.S. The blond cut a swift line up the center of Chris' shirt, tearing the fabric in half and exposing the toned muscles beneath.

"W-What're you-" Chris was cut off as a black clad hand struck his face, splitting open his lip and causing blood to trickle down his chin.

The brunet groaned in pain, using his small reserves of strength to try and push the monster off of him, but to no avail. Wesker was far too strong, and Chris could barely fight him in close combat at his best, standing no chance at doing so at his worst.

Wesker leaned down and smashed their lips together, the copper taste of the brunet's blood arousing him ever more. Chris tried to break the kiss, but Wesker's hand went to his chin to hold the brunet in place. Wesker bit Chris' lip, pulling it between his teeth and causing the blood to flow more. He chuckled deeply and licked the crimson liquid from the man's lip before shoving him harder into the floor.

Chris gasped for air before spitting the blood on Wesker's face. "You sick fuck!"

Wesker chuckled once more, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand, his eyes blazing beneath his shades like a wildfire.

"You better watch what you say to me, Chris, or I will make this much more excruciating for you." Wesker trailed the fingers of a black clad hand down the center brunet's chest, stopping just below his navel, the hem of Chris' pants proving quite an intrusion. He brought the knife to Chris' belt, cutting it with ease, causing Chris' pants to slide down just below his waist.

"Just kill me already!" Chris screamed out, aiming a punch at the Wesker's face, who deftly caught Chris' fist and crushed it in his iron grip, the brunet screaming out in agony.

"Always so much fight in you, Chris. But unfortunately I cannot, for what I plan to do to you is much, much worse."

Wesker pinned both of Chris' hands above his head with just one of his own, trailing the knife over the brunet's muscles, causing him to shudder in revulsion.

Chris looked away, trying to fight the tears that were coming to his eyes. He wasn't one for crying – hell, he hadn't cried since the night Wesker had betrayed him ten years ago… ten years ago today, but the events of the past few weeks were crashing down on him, especially considering Wesker was about to rape him.

"How… heartening." Wesker spat out, trailing the knife up to Chris' eye, his single tear falling onto the tip of the blade.

"Shut the fuck up!" Chris bit into the flesh of Wesker's exposed wrist, his anger and pain causing him to bite so hard that he felt his nemesis' blood flow into his mouth.

Wesker reeled back before striking Chris in the face and stabbing the knife under his ribs. Chris threw back his head and arched his back, a scream of pure agony forcing its way past his lips.

"That's it, Redfield, I'm going to destroy you!" Wesker lost his calm, collected self as he ripped the knife from Chris' stomach, tossing it away from them and flipping the brunet onto his stomach. Chris' face was pressed into the cold, bloody tile floor and within moments Wesker rammed his entire length into the brunet's entrance.

Chris bit his already bleeding lip to stifle his scream, tears trickling down his cheeks as his former captain fucked him. His eyes fell onto the knife lying on the floor across the room, and we wished it was beside him so he could simply end his life and be done with this suffering.

The blond continued his assault for some time before sliding an arm around the brunet's waist, pulling him back into his lap and fucking him deeply. Wesker bit into the flesh of Chris' shoulder, more of that delicious crimson liquid filling his mouth. He could practically taste Chris' pain and it aroused him even more, his trusts becoming faster and deeper.

Chris looked down at his reflection in the pool of blood on the floor, watching his body being ravaged by the person he hated most in the world. He was coated in his own blood, dark purple bruises littering his skin in most places. His eyes were dark and hollow, his very heart and soul aching. How could the captain he once admired and loved so much do this to him?

With his free hand, Wesker grabbed a handful of Chris' hair, yanking the brunet's head back and exposing the tender flesh of his neck. Wesker sunk his teeth in just below Chris' left ear as he came, filling him with his seed.

They stayed like that for a few moments before Wesker removed his teeth and pulled his cock from his captive before throwing him onto the floor. Wesker quickly fixed his clothing before leaving Chris alone in the dark, curled in a fetal position on the bloody floor. His captive was broken, and it brought great satisfaction to the blond as he grinned and walked down the hallway of the abandoned Umbrella facility, licking the blood from his lips.