She could only guess it'd been days since her last attempt…her first attempt at escaping from this hellhole. Her stomach was sour, acidic and sore from lack of food; throat parched without water. She was cold, shivering from the absence of warmth, with nothing but her sheet remaining to hold on to. Why had she been so impulsive? Had she really made the right choice, trying to flee…? Jill could only reflect on her actions, where she went wrong
She couldn't afford to make the same mistake again- if she were even lucky enough to find another opportunity.
Her re-capture had been her own fault. She hadn't planned enough, thought things through enough. There had been a flaw in her judgment- she'd been narrow-minded, too shaken by her sudden dilemma to take the desirable amount of time to think logically upon small but important details. With time alone, thoughts flooded her conscience. Given where she had first came to, it seemed that she had awoken in a hospital-like environment- and with her lack of clothing and loss of hair pigmentation, she could only draw one conclusion- something had been done to her, and maybe not just on a medical level. Yet she began to wonder…did any of that even matter now…?

After thoroughly squashing Jill's hopes and plans of a getaway, Albert Wesker had proceeded to turn up the heat on his enslaved former S.T.A.R.S. operative. Successfully detained, she was switched to a more dangerous and private division of Tricell's expansive underground facility- his personal quarters- where her continued existence was proving unbearable. Still, no answer to why she was here- still, no knowledge of the world she used to know. There was only Tricell, Wesker, and the cold, tiny cell in which she now resided. After having passed out following her efforts to break away, Wesker had thrown her into a cage, locking her in like an animal. With no certainty of the passing of time, Jill could only lose and regain consciousness routinely, time after time until time itself became unimportant. Yet within her, a resolve stronger than Wesker could ever imagine began to develop; to grow and build upon itself until it consumed her. Though she remained still in her confinements, Jill Valentine had not given up in the slightest.

Her head shot up at the sound of her cell door opening, her eyes, though tired, filling with a passionate rage at the face revealed.
It was not who she expected to see- but her expression didn't soften. This was a stranger; no more familiar to her than her strange surroundings, and no doubt in on Tricell's scheme. But this stranger…was a woman.

"Get up, you look pathetic lying on the floor like that."

The fair skinned woman stepped inside, her heels clicking loudly against the ground- she placed a hand on her hip, her glossy lips pouting as Jill studied this new face. She was beautiful- her body was covered scantily by a thin, silk dress, low-cut and secured around the neck; her dark hair collected neatly atop her head in a tight bun. Make-up flawless, pearl earrings dangling from her ears- it was clear that this woman was not just another Tricell scientist. Gaudy golden jewelry and accents hung around her neckline, waist, wrist, and ankles, and for a moment, Jill wondered if this woman was some kind of royalty. But what struck Jill most was the woman's thick accent…
She spoke with such authority; such conviction- her sultry voice hinting at perhaps an Italian ethnicity. Though specifics could not be attained, Jill's mind was sharp as always, and she took in all the information she could about the mysterious woman. What did she want with her…?

"What are you, deaf…? Answer me when I'm talking to you- this is no place to be impolite, you know."

Nodding in compliance, Jill rose shakily to her feet, gripping her covering tight to her body and cautious as the woman strode elegantly towards her. Her haughtiness was extreme and unconcealed, as if she were shameless of her conceit. It infuriated Jill- and she tensed in preparation at being approached.

"You look healthy enough. Hmph, why do I always get stuck with jobs like this?"

As the dark haired lady began to mumble to herself, Jill grew impatient, anxious at the sight of freedom just beyond her cell door. But before she could say a word, she felt the stranger's cold fingers on her face, lifting her chin as the woman examined her.

When she began to turn her head, Jill could not keep silent any longer. Pulling away, she slapped the inquiring hands away from her; eyes wild with fury.
Time to try a different approach; submission wasn't getting her far- maybe asserting her authority as a member of the B.S.A.A. would scare her enough to talk.

"Kidnapping me was a bad idea. After I get out of here it won't take long for me to figure out who you are- and when I do, I'm going after you. I'll ask one more time. What do you people want?"

The woman smirked, her nose high in the air; and she began to applaud Jill's efforts at intimidation- was she not aware of the situation she was in…? Laughing lightly, she shook her head, reveling in the power that she had achieved with Wesker at her side- this prisoner was just like all the others. Though certain circumstances had been altered, surely this girl held no significance in regards to Wesker's plans. There was no one coming for her; no one to rescue her…she was nothing more than a slave now. Perfect for a king and queen…

"Jill, is it…? He was right, you are stubborn. But that will change soon, don't worry. Not like it will get you anywhere anyway…"

Taken aback, Jill scowled, clenching her fists- who was she talking about? How did she know about her? And who was she to conclude that anything about her would change…? Jill was sick of the mockery; she cracked her knuckles, and though physically worn out, she would exert what little strength she had left if necessary.

"How do you know my name…? Who are you?"
Backing into the corner of the room, Jill tried to stay as far away from the woman as possible, struggling to restrain herself. Hurting this woman would only spell trouble, she was sure of it- but her hands ached to wrap tightly around her throat, her common sense dwindling at her boiling point.

"And why should I tell you…?"

Her nose wrinkling in irritation, Jill Valentine spat her angered response. This was no time for games, and she'd had enough of knowing nothing. Now faced with a reasonable source of information, Jill couldn't let the chance slip by.

"You seem to know about me- so I'm guessing you're aware of what I'm capable of. I'm pretty sure you like that face you've got, people like you just reek of vanity…but don't worry; I guarantee I've got a cure."

Frowning in displeasure, the mysterious woman looked deep into Jill's eyes, her shaped eyebrows furrowing in her concern. She could sense the ferocity, the gravity of Jill's words, and was apprehensive of gambling on an important asset- her beauty. Though Jill was in no position to threaten the woman, if she were not careful, injury was a real possibility. Satisfied by the woman's sudden apprehension, Jill kept her composure, poised to keep her promise but hoping to negotiate.

"I'm surprised you don't know me- Excella Gionne, CEO of Tricell Africa."

Tricell…Tricell Africa- that had to be where she was. How did she get from Europe to a facility in Africa…? And that name

"I know you! You're an officer in the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium- just what the hell do you think it is you're doing?"

Excella laughed, this time without control, and the blonde feared the worst. Was this woman just another wacko intent on screwing humanity over? Jill couldn't shake the strong connection she felt between Tricell and Umbrella- from abduction to unnecessary force, each second their similarities seemed to grow. Tricell had something to hide…
Still entertained by Jill's confusion, Excella gestured for her to exit the cell, but suspicious, Jill refused to cooperate. There was no way she was following this madwoman anywhere.

"If you want to stay in your little cell, that's fine with me. But you're wasting my time- are you coming or not…?"

Silence. Her jaws clamped together hard, she was intent on giving Excella the silent treatment.

But the hairs on Jill's arms and neck stood up inexplicably, and her body began to shake. It was then that Jill's stomach clenched painfully in fear as she heard boot steps echo just behind the CEO of Tricell Africa- heavy, proud. Her throat tightened instantly, and she knew it was him.

Jill was unwilling to move without definite answers; but she was weak, and survival was a priority. Like this, she knew she stood even less of a chance against him than usual- in which, was very little of a chance at that.

Walking right up to Excella, he smiled the smallest of smiles, clad fully in pitch-black leather. His eyes were concealed as usual by his shades, but Jill could sense Wesker's amusement all too easily.

Excella ran her hands down the man's chest, in what Jill decided was an effort to seduce him. Her eye twitching in disgust, Jill could sense the greed for power behind it all. Wesker ignored her advances however, and Jill began to get the very accurate impression that Excella was no more than a tool to him- just like S.T.A.R.S. had been - just like she had.

Rolling her eyes, Excella soon deserted her actions, sensing it best to enlighten Wesker of his prisoner's defiance, hoping to return to his good graces. Cupping a hand to his ear, she leaned in to share her experience. Though she even went as far as to exaggerate Jill's disobedience, Wesker but chuckled coolly, causing the prominent member of the Gionne family to widen her eyes in shock.

"Come now, even I grow tired of watching you rot."

His voice brought shivers down Jill's spine, and once again, she could feel the heat radiating from his frame- it seemed to scorch her sensitive, bare skin.
Trying ineffectively to mask her alarm, Jill laughed falsely, knowing that in reality, his words were a blatant lie. Even she knew that there were few things he enjoyed more than the torture of others- especially if 'others' meant her, Chris Redfield, or the both of them.
But Jill knew that Chris was safe; safe for now. She only prayed that he wasn't getting himself into trouble or being stupid, acting impulsively as he so often did. Remembering Chris eased Jill's mind, and she realized that she was happy to be where she was, as long as it meant Chris wasn't.

Wesker chuckled again, completely insensitive towards Jill's predicament. It gave him great satisfaction, knowing she had nowhere to run; no place to hide. And although he was pleased with his work, like any man of influence, Wesker had an agenda- and luckily for her, Jill had a part to play.

"Surely insuring your own comfort can't be that repulsive. Isn't that how you've always gone about your duties…?"

It was sudden, unexpected- the remark hit Jill somewhere deep, hidden and protected. He couldn't have meant back during her days as a member of S.T.A.R.S., with the man known as Albert Wesker as her captain. Was he implying that she took the easy way out…? Went down the road less treacherous in order to complete an objective? She would throw herself into the line of fire for the sake of others! How dare he…!
She lashed out immediately, enraged at Wesker's ridicule of her, her hands flailing to injure him in any way possible; but he had anticipated this- how easy it was to make her anger flare so. With an appalling swiftness, Wesker simply captured her pounding fists within his own gloved hands, gripping tight until she let out an agonizing scream.

"Don't you dare mock me…! You're wrong, you know you're wrong you freak!"

"My patience is wearing thin. I have need of your body, but your approval is not necessary."

Her face twisted with rage, Jill struggled to free herself from Wesker's excruciating hold, but he failed to even slightly loosen his grasp.

"Wesker…!"

Her shriek was one of defeat, as Wesker released her to fall heavy on her knees.
"That's it, Jill. Very good."

He patted her head like a master would his obedient dog- but she remained slumped over, quivering as sobs escaped her lips in her agony.

Excella crossed her arms, intolerant and apathetic of the scene.
Sighing in phony fatigue, her eyes softened as she looked into Wesker's sunglasses, unable to find the fiery gaze that lie behind.

"Can we go now, Albert…? I'm getting tired of standing here."

Frowning, Wesker had almost forgotten of Excella's presence- he waved his hand for her to leave, uninterested in her company.
"Go."

The Italian woman grudgingly did as she was told, not wanting to arouse Wesker's anger- but Excella was green with envy; how strange for Albert to take such interest in a mere pet. However, for the time being, she supposed she could let it slide- there was no reason to worry, Albert's priorities were much higher than this 'Jill'. Yet little did she know that her compliant absence would promote the beginning of a very precarious relationship.
One between predator…and prey.