Sorry a million times over to those who were waiting for Chapter 2. I've been busy busy busy as of late but I finally found some free time today to write the second chapter. It lacks in lemons but I assure you Chapter 3 will be jam packed with lemony goodness!!!! Remember, good things come to those who wait!

Disclaimer - I DO NOT own Resident Evil or the rights to any of it's characters. This is a purely fan made fiction!!!!

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Claire stared at him for a moment, lost in the depth of his black sunglasses. If it was not for the poor lighting in her cell, she imagined she would see herself reflected in his shades. The moment passed quickly though and she turned away, shrinking in to herself in a sad attempt to block him out.

This was of course not his first trip to visit her here. He had come every day since her arrival, and every day he had asked her the same question.

"Answer me Claire," he said, his tone firm and powerful. He was never in any rush of course, though he pressed her with an intensity that he knew would make her fearful.

"Well?" he spit, "If you won't talk willingly, there are always ways to force the information out of you."

Claire shivered and Wesker noted this with an enjoyment he hadn't before. He had been physical with her on previous occasions, but that had never been more than a slap or a kick. Now that he stared down at her weak and shaking body he found himself wondering if there might be a more enjoyable method of extracting information from her.

Realizing that she had not answered him and he had not yet slapped her, Claire looked up again to find Wesker staring down at her, a lopsided sneer cut across his face. At that moment she was thankful for his dark glasses, because behind them she could almost feel his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs.

"Pl…please," she chocked, tripping over the word in a hurry to force it out.

Wesker chuckled again, knowing she must have figured out his intention. Maybe she wasn't as ignorant as he had thought she was. It was too late however, and he could feel his erection pressing painfully against the tight fabric of his black pants.

"Since you have made it quite clear you're not going to talk dear heart, then maybe it's best I enjoy your company for a while today," he said.

Claire's eyes widened and she pressed her body against the wall, wishing she could melt in to it. She held up her hands in protest, the thick metal chains screamed as they trailed across the floor.

"No, no you can't," she said, shaking her head wildly.

"Oh I can't? You clearly underestimate your opponent Miss Redfield." He said, taking a step in her direction.

Claire's eyes filled with tears, and she could feel the acid burning painfully in her stomach. She felt the hot warmth running down her dirty cheeks and in a small part of her head a voice told her to give in. She screamed inwardly, yelling at the voice to be quiet, but she felt it inside her mind. Her body was repulsed by the thought of his touch on her flesh, but her mind was more willing to play his game. "No, no, no," she though.

Wesker watched as she began to cry, but her eyes though focused in him, seemed to be watching something far away.

When he was close enough to touch her, Claire finally snapped out of the thoughts that had bound her and glared at him with a hatred that he thought may have faltered any other man.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" she screamed, and he heard the break in her voice where the tears had chocked her.

Wesker had had more than he could bear. He let the smile fall from his lips, reached forward and grabbed her by her hair. He lifted her up just enough to see it hurting her, and then he shook her back and forth, watching with a smug expression as he saw the pain on her face.

He leaned in closely to her ear, his breath trickled down her neck and made her shiver. He smiled when he saw her shaking, and slowly he dragged his tongue over the tip of her earlobe. When he saw her eyes widen in shock he grinned again and then bit down hard on her lobe, drawing a small amount of blood.

When he was done, he pulled back a bit and then let her fall to the ground. She landed on her side, her face buried in to the floor.

Wesker bent down next to her, putting a hand on the small of her back. He leaned his head towards hers, and whispered in to her ear.

"Don't touch you? But Claire, I already am."

I hope you enjoyed it!!!! Stay tuned for more chapters!!!! LOTS OF LOVE!