I know it's been a month! Slow updates and I apologize. Mortal Kombat's been keeping me busy! But here is another chapter! I hope you all enjoy. Now I got to run off to work before I'm late! Let me know what you think and please review!

Chapter 26 : Seeds of Self-Doubt

[ 12:12 PM. ]

As promised, Wesker came to get Jill. While he was met with a furious glare and a rather uptight Jill Valentine, she complied to his orders. The final conclusion was there was nothing she could do to get away. There was no hope. If it was true it's been over a year, then Chris and the BSAA were not coming. What use was there to hold onto a foolish belief that she would be rescued? She was stuck with this monster, probably for the rest of her life. It was horrible and unfair karma. There was nothing she could think of in her life she done so atrocious as to deserve this.

"Glad to see you have realized how utterly futile it is to resist me," he said smugly. Jill balled her fists up, wanting to punch him. She found the self control she needed and calmed her racing heart. Nothing was said in retort to his comment and she simply continued to follow him dutifully. Wesker would glance back to make sure she was following him which she caught.

"Where are we going?" she dared to ask. Wesker spared her a look before deciding to tell her what he was planning. While he had instructed her to listen to both Excella and Irving, he had realized he never introduced her to him. If she was to be expected to work with Excella and Irving, she was expected to know them. Once the final P30 device was completed, then he would no longer need to supervise her either and she could accompany them without a worry.

"To meet Ricardo Irving," he informed. Jill had heard the name once she thought, but she couldn't be sure. She sure didn't like the name Ricardo though. It sounded too cheesy to her, and for some reason made her think of Louisiana or Florida. She said nothing more, afraid if she did she might ened up regretting it. She was led through a maze of hallways, and a few lifts. After a while, she had stopped trying to memorize the directions in her head. The place was like a labyrinth. They stopped outside a door with no markings on it to indicate what lay behind it. Wesker gave it a push and she followed in. The room had a long, heavy table (replacing the glass one Wesker had destroyed) made of thick wood and many seats situated around it. Bright lights blazed above them as they walked in and saw two people sitting at one end of the table. Excella she recognized. The greasy, cheesy looking man had to be this Irving that Wesker spoke of.

"Jill. Sit," he commanded. She gritted her teeth, biting the tip of her tongue for pain to prevent herself from snapping back at him. The seat she sat in was across from the table where Excella sat side by side. Despite the horrid things he done to her, she felt more safer around Wesker than the other two. She also didn't trust Irving's lewd eye looking her over. It was repulsive and given the past day and a half, she didn't want to think about lewd thoughts, or men being perverted at all. It only served to steepen her fury.

" Oho, she listens very well! Is this the result of the P30?" Irving asked. Excella chimed in, chortling at the idea and stared at Jill for a moment.

"She has become obedient as a dog. Not there was much difference to begin with," she insulted. Jill was about to leap over the table untilshe felt a heavy hand grasping her shoulder, the fingertips squeezing and biting into her flesh. Even the battlesuit didn't serve to cushion the strength Wesker possessed. It stayed her in her seat and kept her from leaping across the table.

" No. She is not under the drug at this moment...and I ask you both to refrain from future insults, because next time I will not hold her back," he warned. Excella's puffy lips thinned as she clenched her jaw and folded her arms over her ample chest. Wesker sat beside Jill as a way to make sure she didn't decide to jump over the table and attack the two. As annoying as they both could be, they were vital to his plans.

"Irving, this is Jill Valentine, the one I have told you about," he introduced. Irving put on his widest, cheesiest smile and straightened his white suit coat out. If he had hopes of impressing Jill, he would have been smarter to abandon them. Wesker noticed how Irving leered after Jill and he decided he would have a private conversation with the man about ANY intentions he might have.

"Jill, these two you will listen to without disobedience. If you don't, you will end up more broken than you were falling from that cliff," he said. The threat was enough to give Jill a shiver of fear, as the memories of that night were thrown into sharp relief. Fear only crossed her features once before she gave a reluctant nod in agreement.

" However, if anything you two tell her to do anything that endangers her, or go against my plans, then she will not be obliged to obey," he warned. The warning didn't phase the two as they shrugged. Wesker sat back and took this as a good sign. nevertheless, he would have to have a talk with Irving. Wesker stood and looked to Excella and Jill. Leaving those two in a room together was not one of his brightest ideas but he did not want either of the women overhearing anything he had to say to the lecherous and shady Irving.

"Ricardo. A word," Wesker said and walked out the door. The man felt tension as he stood and followed. Memories of being slammed through the glass table and against the doors were still quite fresh in his memory. Once outside the door, Wesker slammed it closed so the girls would not hear them. That ever stoic face stared right into Irving's frightened eyes as the larger man trapped him against the door. Fear had drained the color and heat from Irving's body.

" I seen how you looked at her. When the P30 device is implemented, she is to obey orders by the three of us. However, that privelege is NOT to be abused and used personally. While she may obey the two of you, ultimately she obeys ONLY me. Are we clear?" he warned. Irving shook his head eagerly, just wishing to put twenty feet between him and Wesker. Irving put his hands up in defeat, turning his head sideways.

"I hear ya, I hear ya! I ain't gonna touch her...I wouldn't dream of it!" he quickly said. Wesker stared for a while before nodding solemnly and opening the door for them to walk back in. To his relief, Jill hadn't done anything to Excella, and Excella seemed content staying quiet and not starting anything with Jill. Perhaps she rememmbered the broken nose the blonde had given her by underestimating her strength. Irving hurriedly went to Excella's side and excused himself for the rest of the day. There were no complaints as he strode out, relieved to get away from the one in black.

"Jill. Up. I shall take you back to the room," he said. Jill didn't abide right away, and only did so after a few seconds. Excella watched as the other female behaved like a robot and stood in a swift, fluid movement. Whatever Wesker was doing with her, Excella could swear she saw more and more of the woman's soul diminishing in her eyes. They were still blue but they lost that sheen, that light most people had. They were slightly dulled, and gave the impression of someone who was broken in like a horse. Excella smiled and let Wesker leave with his 'pet' to go put up so he could attend to his business.

The two walked down the hallway back to her cell. An unsettling feeling was in Jill's stomach as she remembered that greasy looking fool in that cheap, Miami Vice like suit. It was apparent there would be times she would have to work with Ricardo Irving. If she was under the influence of the P30 when she did, to ensure her servitude, would that man be sick and perverted enough to force her to do anything? Like Wesker had...? No. Wesker had made it clear if they abused the use of the P30 and her, there'd be repercussions. Jill gathered enough courage to speak out, hoping it would not earn her any beatings or a needle in her neck.

"Wesker?" she asked, keeping her gaze to the floor so she would not infuriate herself. She walked beside him, still mulling over everything.

"Yes?" he replied.

"...I know you warned them not to abuse me while I am on missions with them, but if you put me under that P30...how can I control myself if that disgusting friend of yours tries to do anything...sexual to me?"

"Because, Jill. I had a chat with him on that very subject and informed him he is to never dare to try that. Don't think his leering at you escaped my notice," he said. "Besides. As I have told you. You follow primarily only MY orders. Those conflict with them. You will NOT participate in such acts. If so, you have permission to CONTAIN him and bring him in to me," he said further. Jill glanced to Wesker as they walked the long, winding hallways. Was that...Wesker's form of protection? With those sunglasses, it was hard to read his features. With such heady threats and warnings from Wesker, she felt slightly better. One person taknig advantage of her was enough. At that thought, she cast a hardened look to Wesker. Mind altering drugs or not, nothing affected her memory...and that was something she would never soon forget.

Jill walked into her room, and turned to see Wesker standing in the doorway. No step was taken to enter the room and she took this as a sign he was just making sure she went into the room while he left for businss. Wesker gave her a nod and closed the door. A series of beeps and red light indicated she was now locked in. Jill sat down on the carpeted floor, hugging her knees and wondering what was to become of her. After so long, Chris wouldn't be coming, would he? Silent tears escaped the inner corners of her eyes as she tried to recollect herself. She was still wondering if she should just accept her fate lying down. Fighting him so far had gotten her nowhere. It gotten her beat. A friend killed, her own hand forced to do the shameful act. Raped...but it wasn't rape, was it? Maybe at first, but in the end you consented, her mind chided. Jill growled at her other, darker half. It was rape. It was against my will. Why would I ever want anything of that nature from that bastard? She tried to reason. But you wanted more. Even after the drug wore off...you consented to everything else. Is it as bad as you think it is?

"No...what the hell is he doing to me?" she sobbed softly to herself. Even now, he had planted seeds of doubt against herself.