I'm not very happy with this chapter, it was rather rushed. Sorry in advance.

And thanks again for the nice reviews, I really appreciate it! To Manon, I do not underline all the chapters, only the one happening in the past. That is the whole point of the idea, it's to distinguish what happens in the past to what happens in the present. But, thanks for your criticism!

Present

Jill slowly retrieved all her awareness after a long night of sleep. Her eyes opened, searching for the clock. 10am, she had slept for over twelve hours. She searched for any trace of Wesker, but could barely see anything, with her hair messy partially hiding her view. She tried bringing her hand closer to move her hair out of the way, but her movement was promptly stopped with a clanging noise. She looked up, only to see the handcuffs attached to her wrist; he had anchored her to the headboard.

"Shit…", she let out.

She sat up, looking all around the room. No one…

"Wesker?", she asked timidly.

No answer.

"Wesker?", she yelled.

Still nothing.

She sighed, feeling released. Now was the best chance to try escaping, maybe he was careless enough to not plan for everything. She sighed again, feeling demoralized. What was she thinking? It was Wesker that kidnapped her… Of course, he planned everything… But she had to at least try.

She pulled the handcuff violently, hoping the headboard would break. Once, twice, thrice… She put all her strength into it, but it was of no use…

God that she needed to go to the bathroom… She sighed, another time.

She started screaming, hoping someone could hear her. Maybe there was one of these "couples" taking a nap… She shouted her lungs out for over ten minutes, her throat getting quickly sore.

All of a sudden, she heard the keys clanging in the door lock. She stopped, hoping it was someone other than Wesker…

"Shit…", she thought to herself.

He looked at her seriously, scanning her.

"It's of no use to cry for help, dear heart. We are in the middle of nowhere; there is barely anyone in this hotel except us."

He dropped several bags right next to her.

"I got you clothes and food.", he said emotionless.

"Good, now can you detach me so I can go to the bathroom?", she answered impatiently.

He quickly did so. She hopped on one foot to the bathroom, as fast as her leg allowed her to. When she got out, he was unpacking things for her.

"I'm sorry, I did not think about this kind of need. Next time, I will wake you up before leaving so you can go.", he said looking up at her.

Surprisingly enough, he did really look apologetic.

She sat back on her bed and looked through what he brought. She recognized a few pieces she had at home. The rest looked similar to what she would normally wear. Another surprising bit of news; he noticed those kinds of things… "Wow, isn't he full of surprises", she thought sarcastically. Ironically, she learned more about him in two days than in five months of fucking him…

"How is your ankle? Does it feel better?", he suddenly asked.

"Slightly…"

"Hmm…", he looked thoughtful. "I'll look at it."

He untied the bandage carefully, making only slow movements so as not to hurt her. He looked at it and examined it.

"Hmm, it's still very swollen but, it looks like it's going to heal on it's own."

He replaced the bandage carefully. For a moment, they stayed still, looking at each other. She was far more calm with him than yesterday, getting softer. He refrained a smile. Maybe shortly, maybe he will get what he deserved… Maybe she will be in his bed tonight… He finally stood up and moved to kiss her. She turned her head leaving him no choice than to kiss her cheek. "Or maybe not tonight…", he finally thought.

He was standing up right in front of her.

"Do you want help getting dressed?", he smirked playfully.

She gave him a cold look. He chuckled then held his hand out. She hesitated a moment then took it, using his strength to help herself get up. He assisted her to the bathroom, carrying her clothes, with Jill leaning on his shoulder.

"Don't take advantage of the situation by sliding your hand down my butt, Wesker.", she answered, playing back.

She considered the idea of taking an awfully long shower, just to test his patience, but she decided against it. Her shower will only take ten minutes, and when she will slide into her new clothes, they will fit perfectly.

"And yet another surprise… Wesker is sure full of resources!", she said out loud with sarcasm.

She got out, only to see he had already gathered everything in the car. He moved slowly in her direction, wearing his usual feral look.

"What are you doing…?", she whispered, the proximity of his body making her uncomfortable.

Silently, he bent down, then lifted her up, carrying her in his arms to the car.