Part Seven- Convergent Thinking

The days passed as only as they can at the Mountain View Inn, and for Wesker, that was painfully slow. Each day that he endured in Menlick-Silavo filled him with disgust. The work crews moved at a snail's pace to clear the dual roads that eventually lead to the capital. This was most frustrating part of this waiting game and Wesker desperately wished they could work faster. Far too much time had gone by and each day he spent imprisoned here, was another day wasted, and another moment that he could not continue with his research back in Raccoon City. At least once daily he would check with the men of the Muller clan to find out if there was any major progress and each day they would say just a little. Deep down he figured a little progress was better than none at all, so he would just spend the days as he had been, reading Edonian literature and assisting with anything the Muller's needed.

Despite the endless series of delays there was a silver lining to this entire scenario, and that silver lining was Annika. Every day they carried on as normally as they could. He still continued to help her cook, endured her piano playing, and speak pleasantly with each other throughout the day. However at night, she would come to his bed and submit to his base desires. As each night passed, he would be less gentle with Annika and more forceful and domineering. Again, Wesker was mindlessly fornicating with Annika, pushing beyond all her limits. This time he had her against the wall in a standing position, with one leg being supported by his strong right arm, while her other leg strained to stay on the floor.

"Albert." Annika moaned breathlessly.

He said nothing and continued to thrust deeply inside her. Annika tried to keep up with him, but he was moving so hard and fast that is was very difficult to keep up with his wild movements. Annika was completely spent, she wished that he would hurry and finish, but she knew this was just the beginning of their long night of debauchery.

"Annika," Wesker groaned. "I am very deep inside you now."

"Please don't…" She said softly.

"I want you to see how deep inside you I am." He said.

Wesker stopped thrusting a moment to give Annika a chance to look down at his swollen member deep inside of her, but Annika was too embarrassed to look.

"I said to look Annika." He demanded.

But she still did not look down which displeased Wesker immensely. He was astonished that she disobeyed his orders. She had to pay for her insubordination; so he began to thrust extremely hard inside Annika.

"Albert…" She squealed in agony. "You are hurting me. Please stop."

"Then look down Annika." He said coldly.

Annika had tears in her dark blue eyes, she couldn't believe he would hurt her, but she also knew she was not being a good wife when she disobeyed his command the first time. Submissively she looked down to see how far Wesker was buried inside her. It was so humiliating to actually see his manhood moving in and out of her; this was not something a good girl like her should observe. It looked like some kind of perverse magic trick. The way he was half inside her then with each deep thrust it would completely disappear into her, it was too embarrassing. She really wanted to stop looking and was praying she wouldn't have to look for much longer.

Meanwhile, Wesker smiled wickedly as he watched her face as he moved in and out of her. She looked like she was embarrassed, but he did not care. He wanted her to see his sexual prowess with her own eyes, to feel it was not enough. Besides she should be honored that someone like her was chosen to participate in his carnal expertise. Her modesty displeased him greatly, but the night was still young. In the last few nights he worked tirelessly to expand her boundaries and get her to enjoy the intense sensuality of deviant fornication, yet she still held on tightly to her prudish ways. Wesker figured with few more nights in his bed, as well as few more hard lessons like this one, and she would be eager to submit to anything he commanded.

"It's it beautiful Annika?" He groaned deeply as he continued to thrust. "You are a good wife."

Annika looked up at Wesker and she smiled feebly. Wesker smiled back as he continued to plunge inside her. Soon he felt that powerful surge over take his body, it was time for a release. He thrust deeply inside Annika as she grabbed shoulder and held on tightly; finally, the first round was over. He slowly disengaged her slick warm womanhood and kissed her softly on the lips before leading Annika to the bed where they both lay down to catch their breath in the aftermath of such rigorous lascivious activity.

Lying on the soft mattress silently, Wesker gently caressed Annika to reassure her of his devotion, but this time she was not as easily consoled as before, because she moved away from him.

"What is wrong Annika?" He questioned.

"You really hurt me Albert." Annika said. "I did not like that."

Wesker moved close to her and said, "Oh my poor little Annika, I did not mean to hurt you so terribly."

"You were cruel." She said creeping to the edge of the bed.

Wesker wanted to put an end to this foolishness; there was much more in store for her so he had little patience for her pouting and whining. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him. Annika struggled to pull away from him, but he was far stronger than she was, so she had no choice but to give in.

"Annika," He said brushing the matted strands of crimson hair off her alabaster shoulders and kissing them softly. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

"I know you love me Albert." She conceded. "And I love you too, but it was just so painful…"

"I'm sorry." He interrupted. "I promise I will be gentle with you from now on."

Annika squirmed to turn around and look at Wesker.

"Do you accept my apology?" He asked.

She looked at him and he seemed sincerely sorry, besides, if they were to be husband and wife, she would have to learn to forgive him and make peace when they disagreed.

"Yes." She said smiling and nuzzling into his burly chest. "I forgive you."

Wesker took his hands lifted her face from his chest so he could kiss her passionately on the lips. This action caused his member to swell with anticipation and it wasn't long before their fornication began for a second round.

The next morning, Wesker began his day as he always did; an hour and a half of exercises followed by a nice warm shower. This morning too, he had to do a little bit of trimming to his blonde hair. It was growing a little too long for his tastes so he decided to give himself a shape up until he could leave Menlick-Silavo and find a qualified barber to properly style his hair. After his morning evolution was complete, he dressed and prepared to spend yet another dreadful day with the Muller clan. While he was putting on his shoes, there was a knock at his door. With a small sigh, he got up and answered the door, much to his surprise it was Liliana standing there.

"Good morning Mrs. Muller." He said to her.

"I am sorry to disturb you Mr. Wesker." She said with a sense of urgency in her voice. "But you have an urgent telephone call at the front desk."

"Yes." He said. "I will come and answer."

Liliana walked down the hall with Wesker following behind her. He was surprised that the communications were up and running before the roads where; apparently there was some intelligent life in Menlick-Silavo.

Shortly after he arrived at the Mountain View Inn, the blizzard had rendered telephone communications useless; he barely was able to get a message to the higher-ups at Umbrella about his delay before the line went dead. Umbrella must be in a panic at this stage. Practically two weeks stuck in this town with no hope of leaving for another week, no one could have foreseen this and knowing how paranoid they got, surely they thought he had absconded with the money he was sent to deliver to the new Edonian government. This, more than likely, was not going to be a pleasant conversation.

Liliana pointed to the telephone receiver that was sitting on the front desk, Wesker picked up the receiver he began to speak.

"Hello." He said.

"Good morning Mr. Wesker." The male voice on the other side of the receiver said.

"Good morning Mr. Spencer." Wesker replied instantly recognizing the voice on the other end of the line.

"It is good to finally speak with you." He said. "I know telecommunications in that part of Edonia are sketchy at best right now."

"Indeed Sir." Wesker said.

"Tell me," Spencer said. "When will you be able to leave this town you're in?"

"In about another week," Wesker responded. "The two roads leading out of town are still impassable via car."

"I'm assuming there isn't a rail system there." Spencer prodded.

"No Sir, there is not." Wesker said coolly.

"Well do you know if there is a heliport in the town?" He questioned.

"I'm not sure." Wesker answered. "I would have to ask the inn keeper about that."

"Do find out, and I will verify with my team here." He said. "That way we can send a helicopter for you from our Caucasus Laboratory facility. It shouldn't take but a few hours to reach you. We wanted to send one sooner, but there was no way to get in contact with anyone in that town until now."

Wesker was not shocked by Spencer's statement. The entire town had been paralyzed by this blizzard. The week before was nothing but white-out conditions, making visibility non-existent. This week was spent trying to dig out and restoring Menlick-Silavo's rudimentary infrastructure. It was a monumental task for those whose responsibility it was to oversee each job and everyone was overwhelmed.

"Thank you very much Mr. Spencer." Wesker said not breaking his cool tone. "I look forward to departing when the chopper arrives."

"As soon as we've confirmed a helipad site we will send someone to get you immediately." He said. "I trust you will be ready."

"Very good Sir." Wesker said.

"Good day to you Mr. Wesker." Spencer said. "And I look forward to hearing about your meetings with the Edonian government soon."

"Yes Sir." Wesker said. "Once I reach the Edonian Capital, I will notify you and begin talks with them immediately."

"Good." Spencer said eagerly. "We've had many too delays; at no fault of your own Mr. Wesker. It's just that the sooner we can commence talks the better."

"Agreed Sir." Wesker said. "I will prepare to depart."

"Yes." Mr. Spencer said. "My team is already in the process of locating a suitable landing site and I will have them dispatched in by 1400 hours Edonian Standard time. I will call you about two hours before they reach landfall."

"Thank you Sir." Wesker said. "I will look forward to your call."

Wesker hung up the phone and was elated at this sudden turn of events. He had an easy exit from this hell hole and it would be much sooner than he had anticipated. Wesker did an about face and went back to his room to pack his belongings. As he arrived to his door, he noticed it was open. It must be Annika to clean his room and change the linens for the day. Closing the door as he entered the room, he saw Annika and bade her a good morning, then he went over to the closet that held his suitcase and pulled the large black bag out.

"What are you doing?" She said looking at him astonished.

"I am packing." He said walking over to the drawers and pulling out his belongings to pack them.

"Bu… But…" Annika stammered. "I thought the roads were still blocked?"

"They are." He answered. "But I just got a call from my boss and he says the company is sending a helicopter to pick me up."

"What about me?" Annika asked looking at him in earnest. "Aren't you going to take me with you?"

Wesker stopped packing at looked at Annika for a moment. He contemplated telling her the truth that he didn't love her and had no intentions of marrying her; however, if another calamity struck and the helicopter could not extract him, then he would be without a bedmate for a week and possibly have an irate father to deal with. That was a hassle he very well could do without. Wesker made the decision to continue to play the role of the dashing hero once more. At best this charade would last for a couple more hours, at worst another week; but either way, it was in his best interest if it continued for however long he was trapped here.

"I want to." He said sweetly. "But I am conducting sensitive ambassador work for my company and I am expected to arrive alone once I get to the capital."

"When will you be back?" She asked fighting back the tears in her eyes.

"Probably two weeks." He said sternly. "But I am not sure. I have a lot of meetings and depending on my progress I may return to you sooner."

Annika looked crushed.

"Don't be sad Annika." He said softly. "When I am finished with my business at the capital, I will come back for you and take you with me to America."

"You promise Albert?" She pleaded.

"Of course I do." He said in his most reassuring voice.

No matter how sweet his tone it did little to comfort Annika. Her stomach clenched and a knot welled in the back of her throat. She was on the verge of tears, but held back, she didn't want Albert to feel guilty. Annika knew the time would eventually come where he would have to leave, but she did not think it would come so quickly. She naively thought she could convince him to stay here with her and her family, but she knew there would be nothing to keep him here. Sensing how upset she was, Wesker went over and held her tightly. Annika sobbed softly in his warm burly chest.

"I will be back for you Annika." Wesker whispered. "I promise."

Annika did not hear him; she was too consumed by her own sorrow to hear what he said. Try as she may to believe Wesker, she could not help shake this overwhelming feeling of dread. Perhaps it was a natural response to his sudden announcement or maybe she feared for his safety, but either way, Annika had a feeling she would never see him again.