Ah, thank you for pointing out that the title has already been taken. Er, I was actually going to skip the scene with Jill & Wesker with the bathtub... but since you guys are looking forward to that (Sadist? I am too.), I guess I won't skip.

Just cuz I'm a sadist, doesn't mean Wesker is going to rape Jill. Don't think that for ONE second.

Disclaimer: Don't own RE.

"Come here, Jillian," Wesker ordered.

Jill was in pain, sitting on the disgusting bathroom floor, and was being ordered to... she shuddered. The water was done running. Jill knew exactly what Wesker wanted her to do. She jerked away, only to have pain ache it's way though her body as she moved away only a few inches. It made her cringe. She didn't want to change in front of... him.

"I can bathe myself," Jill said, hoping that Wesker would just leave her to have some privacy.

"Seeing you can't barely move, I am interested as to how you would be able to bathe yourself. Miss Valentine, I am not going to touch you in such... a way. Something such as that would be degrading."

Stubborn ass, she thought.

She hated this man. What made him think he could order around, let alone keep her captive? But the aching pain that was circulating through her body reminded her that she no chance of escaping. Let alone being able to bathe herself.

She didn't say anything that meant surender. Her actions told Wesker that she knew she was incapable of escaping... and cleaning herself off.

"Sit up," Wesker said calmly.

Jill glared at Wesker as she sat up. She knew what he was going to do.

"Touch me in any wrong way-"

"I told you I would not attempt that."

Jill let out a small breath. She felt uncomfortable.

"Arms up."

Slowly but painfully, she lifted her arms up above her head, making her groan. It hurt to move around. Wesker tugged on Jill's sleeves and pulled up, taking the clothing off with it. Soon, all of it was off. And she was sitting in the tub. Jill really wished she could take a shower instead of bathing in her own filth.

Wesker slid his leather gloves off, and grabbed a washcloth from underneath the sink. He drenched it in water and began scrubbing the woman down.

"I'm sorry Chris, there is no trace of Jill."

Chris clenched his fists. Lighting raced across the sky, followed by a loud bang. Rain beat down on the former marksmen's head. He shook his head.

"She didn't disappear into thin air! Keep looking!" Chris shouted as another boom crashed through the air.

"We've looked everywhere, Chris," the BSAA member placed a hand on Chris's shoulder.

Chris began kicking up the muddy ground. The wet mud and grass stained his boots as he screamed into the thunderous sky. He stared up at the Spencer Estate. Chris took in a few deep breathes. His throat hurt from screaming earlier. He looked back at the man. Damn you, Wesker!

"What about Wesker? Did you find him?"

"No trace either," the man said. "but, if they are alive, they couldn't have gotten far."

Chris's eyes widened.

"Let's go," Chris said to the BSAA member. He nodded.

She couldn't believe how gentle he was being. An hour ago, he was beating the living Hell out of her, trying to kill her. Now he was treating her like a glass doll. He was scrubbing her down very carefully. He even washed her hair with ease. The blonde tyrant was silent while cleaning her up. Not a single word came out of his mouth.

He had washed everything, except for her chest. She realized this when she felt the wash rag travel up her stomach. Jill tensed up, and Wesker knew it.

"If you struggle, you'll end up being immobile."

But Jill couldn't help it.

"Stop moving," he said with threatining tone.

But she continued. He grabbed a handful of Jill's hair, and tugged back on it a little. For Jill, it was horribly painful for her neck. He didn't pull it all the way back. Just a little pull that put Jill in a painful world of suffering.

"Do I need to snap your neck and leave you for dead?" Wesker warned her in a dangerous tone. He would do it too.

She stopped struggling. The woman knew that this man was dead serious.

"Good girl, Jillian."

And just like that, he let go of Jill's hair. Wesker continued where he left off, and gently scrubbed Jill's breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to not think about it.

"There," Wesker said simply. "Not so bad, now was it?" he said, almost tauntingly.

She was angry at him. For everything that he had done. But, Jill was so tired; she wanted to lay down, and die. She should've died when she threw herself out of that window.

Wesker pulled her out of the tub carefully by the arm. All her cuts were clean, and she was no longer dirty. But she would still have the scars. He grabbed a towel, and dried her off. He did it all professionally.

Jill shivered violently. She was naked, wet, and was being held by whom she hated the most. Naked and vulnerable. It hurt to try to stand. Her legs ached with great seering pain. Her whole body did. Wesker set Jill down on the toilet seat, and grabbed her clothes.

"Arms."

Jill lifted up her arms. The shirt slid on with ease.

"Legs."

She lifted her legs up, and the pants came up with ease. Wesker picked Jill up bridal style, and carried her into the actual hotel room. Jill noticed something that was going to bug her. There was only one bed. He set her down in the bed, and got her under the covers.

"If you try leaving, I will not hesitate to hunt you down."

Why did he care? Why did he want her with him?

He slid his shoes off, and climbed into the bed with her. He was facing the ceiling. And he didn't take off his sunglasses. Jill felt clean, but she didn't feel safe. Or comfortable for that matter.

Oh Chris, where in the Hell are you?

Sorry for not updating lately. But I will be here for awhile. Please review, it means a lot to me! And I'm not a pervert. It's rated M for MATURE CONTENT. I just don't see Jill being able to do anything after falling out of a window and breaking almost every bone in her body.

Thanks for reading, Candy Boys and Girls!

Jeice the Ripper~