Chapter 3: Decisions

Greetings everyone, I know I've been gone for a long while…. But I'm back! Classes have slowed, and will be over at the end of the week. This is a really long chapter, so I hope you enjoy! (Word count 5328)

Wesker kept his word, making sure neither he nor Alexia bothered Emma, until it was time to feed her. During the days Emma busied herself with reading, or planning her escapes, and in the evenings she ate alone before going to bed. There were times when her mind wandered, and in those times she could hear Benton's screams. She found herself sobbing when she allowed her thoughts to get away from her, but she pulled herself back to the problem at hand.

There wasn't anything she could do for Benton's family if she allowed herself to slip into despair, or even allow Wesker to kill her. She was ready for death, and then Wesker killed her friend, now she was even more bound and determined to get away from this hellhole, if only to spite the god complex man. On the third morning, Emma woke up to her door opening. She didn't bother opening her eyes, fully knowing it was Wesker and one, or maybe two, of his guards.

"Emma, these two men will escort you to the auditorium." Wesker purred. "Be a good girl and get out of bed."

She glanced at the blonde, before rolling to her side to face him. Their eyes met, and each had a different heat when their stares met. Both were determined. Emma sighed, and stood from her bed. There was no use fighting them, she knew that much, so she allowed the large men to pick her up.

"I'll see you no later than in half an hour, use your time wisely."

With that, her captor left the room. "I'm going to shower, then we may head to the auditorium."

Emma sighed into the heated spray, unsure what exactly to do. She knew she needed to get out of this situation, which meant she needed to survive, but to what cost? A knock on her door altered her to the need for their leaving soon. She took in a deep breath before turning the steamy water off, and exiting the shower. Enough time was wasted, she didn't need to keep Wesker waiting because she didn't get dressed quick enough, though by the looks of the guards he left, they would probably drag her to the auditorium clothed or not. When she walked out, she was wearing washed out jeans and a button up shirt.

"Let's go," she sighed, still unsure of her plan. "I can walk myself."

Emma snapped at the guards when they went to pick her up again. She's been walking since toddlerhood, and she would be damned if they tried to carry her anywhere. For the moment being, the two men allowed her to walk through the hallways and to the area she knew as the auditorium. Benton's image flashed behind her eyes momentarily, before the doors opened. What could her punishment possibly be? It was then that the two muscular men gripped her shoulders tightly, and forced her to the domed center.

"You've come right on time, how considerate." Wesker chuckled, in almost artificial appreciation. "Now if you don't mind, why don't we start?"

The men disappeared into the darkness, leaving Emma and Wesker alone in Benton's death chamber.

"You've had a few days to make your up your mind, and I am anxious to hear your answer."

"I have no idea what you want me to tell you."

"What are the movements of the B.S.A.A.?"

"We are given our missions, as soon as they are in action." Emma almost whispered. "There is nothing planned ahead when it comes to my job. I just navigate our men through dangerous positions."

"How?"

"I schedule the rendezvous, emergency evacs, my job is endless in its need." Emma swallowed.

"Give me an example." Wesker cocked a brow.

"Our men have a mic on them at all times, I'm sure you've noticed that by now. As a precaution, since Raccoon City, both ends of the mics remain on."

Wesker growled impatiently at her slow beginning. Emma flinched slightly, as she forced herself into the chair in the center of the arena. The same chair Benton was murdered in, based on the blood spatter on the arms. With the momentary realization, Emma's eyes filled to the brim with tears.

"I needed to give you some background." Her voice wavered, "When you gave Chris the choice of destroying an entire village, or killing my parents, I was the navigation tech. I heard every word of the exchange, and was able to come up with an alternative."

"You saved your parents, how?"

"Quick thinking,

"I am asking for specifics." Wesker growled slightly.

"The rockets in your rocket launcher aren't heat seeking, visual, or even really movement base. They are basic projectiles, the only difference between them and a bullet, is the fact they go boom." Emma sighed, her fingers forming a loose fist and then opening, to represent an explosion. "I had the plane shift slightly, before disappearing into a storm cloud."

"The Rocket launcher went off, I watched it hit the plane."

"No, you watched it hit some luggage that they dropped, to give off the impression it hit the plane. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it was." Emma sighed, "that's essentially my job, Chris and the others act as assistant, and I am the magic that makes things work."

"Do you have codes?"

"Of course, our codes change with each mission. This started happening as soon as our nav-techs started disappearing."

Wesker remained quiet, taking in the information given to him. For someone who fought so hard not to say a word, Emma seemed to be giving all the information willingly now. An amused smirk slowly come across his features, as he looked at her. She was hiding something, he knew that much, but where should he start?

"Where's Chris right now?"

Emma flinched slightly. "I-I don't know. As I told you earlier, we aren't allowed to discuss the missions we go on, or witness."

"But you do know where Chris is, I know that much." Wesker chuckled sinisterly. "And that's where I will start training you."

"Train-"

Before Emma could finish her thought, Wesker had her dangling in the air, gasping for breath. Her chin dipped into the webbing between his thumb and forefingers, as her nails dug into the flesh of his wrist. What little air she could get, came back out in sobbing puffs. Chris once told her, that the natural response to being choked is to panic, and if she wanted to survive she should never do so. Emma looked into the dark orbs of Wesker's shades, in an almost daring manor before her leg jolted forward connecting with Wesker's awaiting hand. He 'tsked' her before tossing her carelessly across the auditorium. Her body impacted hard against the plexyglass, knocking the air from her lungs and shaking the glass slightly.

"Your job is to please me, and only me." Wesker's seemed to thrum with amusement. "Now tell me where Chris is, darling."

Hours past, before Emma was brought back to her room a bloody mess. Not a single part of her body didn't burn with pain, Wesker made sure of that. Her long tendrils stuck to her, as she remained on the ground, staining the newly polished floor. They would continue the interrogation again tomorrow morning, for now though Wesker had a very important meeting to attend. Her mind raced for a way to get out, though was met with nothing, until a loud booming of music echoed in her room.

Unconsciously tears started pouring from her eyes, her plan of giving enough information didn't work. His plan was to drown her with noise and beatings until she broke, and most likely would work. This is what she imagined when thoughts of torture came to mind. Emma curled into a ball, as the music vibrated against her skin. Time seemed to pass slowly, and after what felt like days her bedroom door opened again.

"Still on the floor?" Wesker chuckled, as she pass her. "I'm sure that wasn't a comfortable sleeping position."

Was it really morning? She wondered, still laying on the floor. The blood from her wounds now calcified chipped away at the slightest movement. Wesker chuckled, as his foot pushed Emma's shoulder until she was purely on her back.

"How can I trust anything you say, if you haven't had a good night's sleep?"

The question was rhetorical, one could tell by the joking manner he breathed the words out. Emma groaned with the added weight of his foot, before he pulled, what felt a lead weight, away from her aching body.

"It looks like I'll need to do twice the questioning, to make sure you have your facts straight." Wesker glanced at the men at the door. "Bring her to my personal office, be gentle, we wouldn't want Mrs. Singh to be seriously injured. Now do we?"

With that he left the two men and Emma behind. Wesker took note that her room needed to be cleaned up before he returned the poor girl to its confines. A few minutes pass, as he walked through the halls, before one of the many janitors came into sight.

"When they leave Mrs. Singh's room, clean it up." He muttered, not slowing his pace.

"Yes, sir."

Mrs. Singh has proven to be much more of a challenge than Wesker had previously anticipated. All the other navigational technicians, or nav-tech as she likes to call them, cracked and told him all they knew after the first hit. She on the other hand is holding strong to her little lies. Wesker wasn't entirely sure if Emma was boldface lying to him, or if she was just hiding small bits of information in a while lie, but was sure she was hiding information. He couldn't tolerate even the smallest of lies, so until he broke her, she would have to suffer no matter how much Alexia differed with him.

Speaking of Alexia, she stood in front of his office door. Wesker sighed, eyeing his sisters displeased body language, before walking around her. He didn't have the time for her drawn out lectures, he had a small window in-between meetings today to interrogate Mrs. Singh, and Alexia was not going to interfere with that. Not today at least. Before she started ranting, Wesker held his hand up to effectively silence her.

"Leave my office, I'll stop interrogating her at the end of the day tomorrow." He paused, fully knowing Alexia was gearing up again. "That's only if you want her to survive the night, by leaving now you'll ensure she will survive the end of the week. Which will it be: I kill her today, or you leave and she survives to see another week? It's your choice."

Wesker's eyes stayed on Alexia, challenging her to continue on with her lecture, until she turned and walked out of the room. He WOULD hear about it later, but that bridge will come when it is ready. A knock on the door tore him from this thoughts, and the door opening alerted him to Emma's arrival…. If that's what you could call it. The poor girl was stumbling behind one of the burly guards he left with her, her left eye swollen shut and her voluptuous bottom lip started bleeding again. There was something striking about her, more so in this state but striking none the less.

The guard paused, waiting for Wesker to tell him where to put Emma, all the while Wesker eyed her exhausted form. After a moment Wesker looked to the guard and motioned to the chair across from his desk. He had replaced it with one of the experiment chairs, which strapped the patient down. Emma would need to be strapped down eventually, but Wesker was willing to do that on his own, when they came to that impasse. The guard, who Wesker believed was named Erin, shoved the small woman into the chair before leaving. Now is when the fun started.

"Now that we are alone Mrs. Singh, is there anything you'd like to say or ask?" Wesker smiled, partially sitting at the edge of his deck in front of her.

Emma wanted more than anything to say something sarcastic, but every nerve ending in her body begged her to say nothing. Instead she quietly shook her head, and instantly regretting that action when a flooding of euphoria washed over her. She groaned, before leaning back into the padded chair. The cool leather chilled the back of her heated neck, allowing some comfort. Her body probably was working on a mild fever, to kick out any invading microbes she got during yesterday's beating. Only one day in, and Emma wasn't entirely sure how long she could endure this.

"Oh come now Mrs. Singh, you have no complaints or suggestions on your treatment here?"

"Go to hell Wesker." Emma voiced weakly.

She didn't sound at all as ferocious as she thought she was going to, and she was entirely sure the spine chilling glare she was giving him didn't come near to what she wanted it to be. Wesker's teasing laugh solidified her suspicions, as his hands ghosted up her arms, adding more feverish heat. He 'tsked' slightly, before resting his hand to her neck, pulling her forward to him.

"Come now, we are trying to be civil here." His voice heavy with gruff danced along her throat, as he leaned towards her ear. "Be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you."

He leaned further into her neck, connecting the skin of her shoulder with his cheek. She smelled sweet, even without a shower, and blood staining her clothes. His eyes flashed from the deep gold, which comes with deep desire, before returning to the sky blue they normally are. Emma's body shuddered under his touch, which in turn released a breathy gasp. A low possessive growl reverberated in Wesker chest at the sound, as his eyes flashed again, though this time his eyes remained a deep gold for a much longer time. He pulled away quickly, giving her a most interested glance.

"Let's start off from where we left off yesterday shall we." His canines sparkled in the light, when he smiled. "Where was Chris during his last mission?"

"I-I don't know."

Instinctively Emma flinched away from him, while releasing a small squeak, anticipating some type of punishment. After a moment, she opened one of her eyes to see what Wesker was up to. His face remained inches away from her, as his eyes danced around the features of her face, before he stood up at attention. An amused glance now graced his features, though a darkness shadowed his eyes. Wesker leaned over his desk, opening one of the drawers out of Emma's sight. When his hand came back into view, Emma was graced with the sight of a beautifully designed box. Ivy carvings snaked around the top and side panels.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this," he sighed, shaking his head thoughtfully. "But you leave me not choice my dear."

The small wooden box opened up with a creaking noise, all the while Wesker locked his gaze of the small woman. Now would be an important time to tie her down. Wesker placed the box on the desk, in such a way that Emma could see what was in the box. Inside there was a needle with clear liquid. After seeing what happened to Benton, Emma had a mix of fear and relief rush through her being. The leather straps cut into her flesh when Wesker pulled the straps tightly.

"Now Mrs. Singh, are you ready?"

Emma landed hard against the shiny floor of her bedroom, as the other men shut the door behind them. She wasn't entirely sure whether the fact she was already black and blue was the reason today seems so badly, or if Wesker indeed was getting more brutal. Every breath seemed to pulse more pain through her body as she slid to her back. A pain filled sob left her lips, but having no pressure on her right side, made the pain lesson. The sob didn't stop like she hoped it would, instead she continued to cry. The tears rolled down the side of her face and pooled onto the floor below her. She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

"Emma, I brought the doctors." Alexia sighed, walking into the room.

Alexia's baby blue eyes softened at the sight of the girl on the floor. The blond sat beside her friend, and waited till the tears stopped. The doctor, on the other hand, placed all piece of his equipment onto Emma's desk. Alexia shifted so that her companion could shift her head into the waiting lap. Emma shifted so she was leaning against the blond woman, her sobs now started to slow down. She wasn't strong like the others Chris and Leon Saved, Emma was a normal woman, unprepared for such abuse.

"It's ok to cry," Alexia murmured quietly, running her fingers through Emma's hair. "The doctor is going to take care of you."

"I-I am unsure of how long I can take this." Emma whispered lowly, mostly to herself.

"Then tell Wesker what he needs to know." Alexia pleaded, tears starting to brim her lids. "He'll be so much nicer to you."

The doctor sighed, interrupting the conversation. "If you don't want Wesker to know I'm here, we better get moving. Mrs. Singh, do you give me permission to examine you?"

Emma nodded slowly, her eyes starting to feel heavy, the night before was a difficult one, and she got too little sleep. Her lids felt heavily, as the doctor massaged her aching body. For the most part the pressure felt amazing, even on her bruises, but when he got to her lower rib cage, Emma could help but yelp out in pain. The doctor looked to Alexia, before pressing the area again, this time lighter, and again he received a yelp.

"Mrs. Singh, you have at least two broken ribs. To make sure you don't have a punctured lung can you take in a deep breathe when I ask?" The doctor pressed the cold stethoscope against her side. "Breath in please."

Emma took a deep breath, before coughing it right out. There was too much pain when she did as he asked, so when he asked her to repeat the action, the dark haired girl shook her head. The man nodded taking in a deep sigh. Wesker had indeed done some damage to the girl.

"You have a few broken ribs, and unfortunately a punctured lung. I'll need to get Wesker's permission to work on you."

The doctor stood up, before walking out of the room, leaving it to the two women. There wasn't too much left to say, Emma was exhausted, and was more than willing to sleep, Alexia on the other hand wondered if this was worse because of her actions this morning. It wasn't above Wesker to punish his sister this way, minutes passed before the doctor came back into the room,

"I have permission to operate on her," he smiled slightly, before the same guards picked up Emma. "Alexia, he said I am allowed to do the surgery, on the condition you leave her be until tomorrow evening."

Alexia nodded earnestly, before the guards rushed off with the girl. Pain radiated through her body, as the men jerked her around the station, but she sighed knowing relief would soon come through anesthesia. The medical area was much brighter than she remembered it to be, though there were many things that could have changed.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you up." The doctor breathed, leaning into the light.

His usually smiling eyes were shadowed with something, but Emma was reassured. Her body relaxed against the strangely familiar table, and her eyes slowly closed, ready for the blissful sleep. There was a moment of shock that took over, when the pain of a blade gliding against her skin first came. Her eyes shot open, just as she was tied down to the table, panic very evident in her soft features.

"Let's start from the beginning." Wesker's voice pierced through the pain. "Where was Chris?"

A whimper chocked through, as she struggled against the bindings. The doctor glanced over to Wesker, as he slowly made another incision. For now there wouldn't be too much pain, the scalpel is a well-made instrument and wouldn't initially be felt, not until he got through the nerves endings. Internally he prayed that one of them broke, and most likely her.

"What was that Mrs. Singh?"

Wesker moved closer to the woman's face, as if he was about to kiss her, through the doctor knew better than to think that. Emma's eyes teared up, the need to tell him anything he wanted surged forward. She opened her mouth, only to have another whimper erupt from her throat. The doctor paused once the incision had been made, so far things were going relatively well.

"If you just tell me what I want to hear, I'll let the good doctor use anesthesia." Wesker's eyes softened momentarily. "Now where did Chris go for his mission?"

"W-west Af-Africa." Emma sobbed, feeing the warmth of her blood flooding over her skin.

"Good girl, I knew you had self-preservation somewhere in there. I feel like we are going somewhere, we will continue tomorrow. Enjoy the rest, you've earned it."

Wesker nodded at the doctor, giving him permission to anesthetize. She gasped for air, as her tears danced down the sides of her face and pooled onto the table. A nurse rushed forward, injecting clear liquid into Emma's arm. In the mean time she would have to survive off of laughing gas, though she would still feel a good amount of pain. The doctor continued to sew up the punctured lung, while she slowly drifted into much needed sleep.

Emma woke up feeling much better than when she fell asleep. Her lungs filled up the way they were meant to and she felt well rested, though guilt consumed her heart. It was early morning, she could tell from the sound of the Morning Glory. Her guards would be making an appearance soon, but all she could do was lay in the bed. She didn't want to do anything except fade into the darkness that seemed to grow inside of her. Survival is the most important bullet in her list of things to do, Benton's family deserved to know what happened to him, and maybe she could help the B.S.A.A with the small bits of information she had. Yes, survival was the goal.

Her door opened with a rather loud thud, as it hit the wall. Both men who were charged with watching her, stood in the doorway. Emma sighed, rolling to the side of the bed and resting her feet on the ground. It was obvious she wasn't ready for the day. Is this what her reality would be from now on? Whenever Wesker needed information he would have his goons bring her to him, and he would beat the information out of her?

"Good morning Mrs. Singh." Wesker's smiling face graced her. "I've decided we should talk in your space for today."

The guards looked around the small room, before leaving the two to it. Emma watched Wesker's movements with uncertainty. As always Wesker's movements were animalistic. He strolled from the door, slowly heading for the dining room chair that didn't exactly fit the small round table in the center of the room. Emma didn't match her furniture well, she liked the oddity of mismatched things pushed together in an area.

"Please get more comfortable Mrs. Singh," Wesker's normal smirk pulled at his lips. "The doctor says we shouldn't do anything strenuous for the next couple of days. Help me keep that promise to him." Emma pulled her legs onto the bed, still avoiding Wesker's intense stare. "Good girl, now let's change the topic for today. How does your reward sound?"

Emma flinched at his words, she didn't need to be rewarded for her behavior, and instead, she should be punished for potentially risking others' lives. Chris many no longer be in West Africa, but there were still agents stationed there. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks, slowly at first but they turned quickly.

"Oh there's no need for tears Mrs. Singh," Wesker's teasing voice had a hint of amusement, as his fingers gingerly wiped away the tears. "You won't be harmed, you are far too valuable to me, my pet. Now, I was thinking about giving you more liberties around the station. How does that sound?"

The idea of getting to know her prison better gave her hope. With the information she can get from this rewards, Emma would be able to further her plans for escape. Even if she had guards she would be able to take notice on the security schedule, and the lay out of the land with little notice taken. Wesker's fingers tightened painfully on her jaw, his hawk like eyes dancing harshly around her features.

"Don't make me regret giving you this recompense." He growled, bruising her chin. "If there is any action of escape taken, I will make you wish for death. Is that understood?'

Fear locked Emma's words in her throat, instead she nodded at him. Wesker knew exactly what she was thinking just by observing her features, Emma would need to keep her thoughts under control from now on. His grip quickly loosened, but he didn't let go of her. Instead he pulled forward and closer to his angular features.

"If you continue to serve me, your privileges will slowly be given back. You may not see it now, but those who serve me are gifted handsomely. Keep up the good work girly."

With that Emma was left to her own defensives. She chewed nervously at the skin of her lip, before she decided on what to do for the time being. First she needed to shower up, so she looked presentable and to hopefully feel better. She then would need to spend the day or two in her room, to make sure no suspicion came to Wesker, after that she would slowly venture out into the area. For now though, she was content with the distraction of a shower and a few books.

Emma spent a long while under the warm spray of her shower head. Her mind wandering to Chris and the others all the while, did they know she was missing yet? What would they do if they had noticed her absence? Chris knew something was up, unless he was busy with assignments, she knew that much. Emma and Chris always talked, whether its work related or not, so her silence for what must be a month now must have alerted him to something gone rye. Emma's name came from the main room, distracting her from her thoughts.

"I'll be out in a minute." Her voice sounded tired, as she turned off the shower head.

Emma dried off quickly, catching her reflection in the mirror, she had to admit, she looked as badly as she felt. Whatever was in the shot Wesker gave her the other day packed a punch. All of her veins looked swollen and too close to her fleshes surface. Her fingers touched at the black and blue of her face, as she focused on the busted brow and lip she had. Wesker was good at what he does, she knew that, but actually going through the abuse and mind games was terrifying.

"Emma are you ok?" Alexia questioned, walking into the bathroom. "Oh my, he did a number on you."

Emma glanced at the blond, using the mirror as her vessel of sight. There wasn't much to say, especially to the woman standing at the doorway. They locked eyes for a moment, before Emma started to focus on braiding her hair. It's been a while since she was able to take proper care of herself.

"Anyways, I brought lunch. Unfortunately I have a few things to do, but I'll drop by with healing crèmes and such later." Alexia paused, glancing back to the mirror. "The guards are outside of the door, if you would like to go anywhere just walk out and they'll escort you anywhere."

"Thank you." Emma muttered, tying off the braid.

"No problem, maybe I'll be able to have dinner with you. Wouldn't that be great?" Alexia giggled, before walking out of the room.

Emma sighed, putting on her giant button up shirt and her blue jean shorts, before leaving the bathroom. She still had a few book to get through in order to finish different series she had started months ago. With her desired distraction set, Emma flopped on her bed, and started on the mind numbing reading. In reality she didn't process what she was reading, she just read a sentence and then continued on, with little image registry.

"I give you freedom and you stay here." Wesker's voice tore through the silence. "Maybe you're more trained than I thought."

Emma flinched hearing his voice, but continued to read the last of the chapter she was on. If he wanted her attention he would demand it. Wesker watched her slow movements, before sitting at her makeshift dining room table. Once she finished, Emma placed to book back onto the bed, and faced her visitor.

"No, I just wanted to make you thinking I was, so I could run the second you turn your back on me comfortably."

Shock was written over both of their faces, Emma hadn't meant to say that. Wesker quickly recovered, smirking evilly at her broken features.

"I brought dinner…" he chuckled. "I'm sure you didn't even notice that you missed it."

"Oh, thank you." Emma muttered, surprised she didn't get punished for her response.

Wesker nodded at the two people behind him, telling them to put the food down. Afterwards they left, leaving the two alone. This confused Emma, it didn't make too much sense as to why Wesker stayed here with her. He surly didn't miss dinner, but they did bring two plates filled with food.

"Come now, I'll be joining you for dinner."

Emma quickly sat down across from him, her eyes glued to the plate in front of her. She didn't trust him really, who would after what he put her through. Had he poisoned her food? No that wasn't his style, poisoning would be too quick and he couldn't control the amount of pain he was inflicting onto her. Emma sighed, glancing at him, there wasn't much he could do to her and he also seems like directness.

"What did you do to it?" she asked, locking eyes with him.

"It looks like I haven't completely broken that spirit." Wesker chuckled darkly. "I haven't don't anything to your food, and we are done with your training for now. I missed dinner, so I thought you'd like the company."

He smiled at her before starting to eat. Emma wasn't familiar with the food before her, but her body hungered for something to be ingested. She slowly started to follow Wesker's actions, still weary with what was before her. The food tasted amazing, or maybe that was from a few days of being hungry all the time, but despite to smell everything else made her feel normal again.

"Tomorrow I will need your presence for a few moments." Wesker muttered while he ate. "Alexia wants me to reassure you that it's not going to be physical or traumatizing. Get a good night's sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow."

With that Wesker was gone, and the two from earlier took away the dirty dishes. Emma sighed, sleep sounded amazing at the moment. With little hesitation she dropped onto the bed and fell instantly asleep.