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Chapter 5: Field Trip

Emma breathed quietly, hearing her bedroom door open and close again, heavy footsteps echoed soon after. This was normal, or at least the face that normality had taken in her weeks of captivity. The small man came in and dropped off her breakfast, ignoring the fact she remained face down in her bed. Hot tears brimmed her eyes as she remained in her spot, he had successfully broken her. Who knew how much loyalty he'd drill into her in a couple weeks' time? In the few moment's she realized what she was doing, she couldn't help but feel as though choosing to live was for selfish reasons, instead of working for Benton's family. Her breath froze in her throat when a low sound called for her attention.

"I thought I'd join you for breakfast." Wesker breathed, already sitting in his usual chair. "Alexia mentioned you've been, lonely."

His words hung on the word lonely, as if it were a foreign word in his vocabulary. Emma breathed a small sigh, before pushing herself from the cushion, her tears causing the sheets to stick to her face momentarily. Her breathing shaky, as she mentally prepared herself to face Wesker. He didn't often visit her, mostly due to his own busy schedule, but when he did it was for some bit of information he needed. In the two weeks of somewhat peaceful staying, Emma had tried lying to him once. The memory forced a small shiver down her spine. Along with a temporary loss of privileges, Wesker made sure to remind her exactly how in control of her life he was. Her fingers absently rubbed against the still sore wound on her upper thigh, she learned her lesson then and there.

"How can I help you?" her voice croaked, from her tears.

"I wanted to eat with you." A touch of amusement echoed in his. "Come sit down. I've taken the day off, so we can get to know each other." He paused, taking off his sunglasses. "After all, we will be working closely together."

She flinched, once again being reminded that she was betraying her loved ones in her feeble attempt to survive. There was so much hope of being rescued by the others, but with each passing day she found small doubts appearing. Chris must have noticed her disappearance by now, Leon too, why haven't they been looking for her? Was this their way of saying she was no longer needed in their lives? Emma shook those thoughts from her head, as she pushed herself to sit across from her…... Wesker.

"I-I know enough about you." Her voice rang, with her eyes still on her plate.

"You know what your reports say about me." He countered.

"Are they wrong?"

Silence. Emma's heart fluttered in her breast, her words weren't the smartest to say in this type of situation, but then again, she found herself saying snarky comments at times, almost as if to egg Wesker into killing her. The blond male chuckled after a moment, drawing her attention to his nearly flawless face. Years earlier she would have melted at the heated stare he sent her, but not after this. Not yet. She swallowed hard, watching as he started eating his food.

"Alexia and I are going to get a few things in town." He smiled mischievously. "Would you like to come with us?"

This was a trap, something he set up so she could fail him in some way. Emma looked at the pitcher of orange juice that was placed in the center of the table, as she contemplated what she should do. If she did go she'd be able to figure where exactly she was, and maybe figure out a way to send a message to the B.S.A.A. Emma glanced at Wesker suspiciously, showing him she didn't trust the situation in the least. A low chuckled left his lips, there wasn't anything more amusing than watching the young woman before him take in the situation. Times like this she looked like an exquisite trapped animal.

"You're putting too much thought into it." His smirk appeared, as he watched her. "You either come or you don't, it's not a trap."

"I'd like to see the sun again." She muttered absently, her eyes dancing to her plate.

"Good, we'll leave as soon as you are ready."

Wesker watched as Emma took a bite of her breakfast. She played right into his hands, He knew that she suspected it was a trap, but that wasn't the point, this was a test to see how much control he had over her. His normal smirk spread across his face, the situation brining a new spark of interest. What would he do if she succeeded in this test? Being Wesker he knew what punishment she would receive if she failed him, that's just who he was, but what about her reward? A thoughtful mask touched his features, as he watched her.

Emma paused, glancing up to the male sitting with her. "I'm going to get showered now."

Her voice cracked slightly, as she eyed him suspiciously. There wasn't much telling her that she could trust his word that this wasn't a trap but she'd have to take the chance. He nodded, showing that he acknowledged her words. Emma started the shower, and came to get the clothes she'd be wearing during the day, while the water heated up. Wesker's predatorily stare followed her every movement, waiting for any sign of discomfort. Emma sighed, gripping the desert camo tank top Leon got her and the matching shorts she magically acquired. She figured Chris got the shorts, since he was the only one who can break into her apartment without anyone noticing.

"Be out in a minute." She murmured, walking back into the steamy bathroom.

She sighed, water gently hitting her aching skin before sliding down to the floor. Normally, she would still be eating breakfast and about noon she'd shower, before going off to the library or talking to others in the building. Her life didn't consist of much anymore, just trying to distract herself until Wesker needed her. Another sigh left her, as she reflected on her new reality. If the guys didn't hurry up, they may lose her completely. It made sense why those who worked for Wesker almost never betrayed him, either they were too afraid or he broke them beyond repair.

The faucet turned off with a hiss, as she patted herself dry with the overly fluffy towel she had. By the time she was finished getting dressed and ready for the day, Wesker had disappeared from her room leaving Alexia to wait for Emma. As the blond woman waited, she found herself drawn toward the stacks of books they shoved into the book shelf. Each shelf held a different genre of book, some were How to's, others were Historical, and very few were the sappy romance novels Emma tried her hardest to keep hidden. A romantic at heart, Wesker would murmured just before snorting. No matter how much he dined it, Alexia had a feeling he was attracted to the idea of Emma's hopeless romantic tendencies.

"Oh, look at you, joining us in the land of the living." Alexia chuckled, watching as Emma pulled her hair into a bun.

"Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are."

"Great, we'll head out now, Weaker had a couple of things he neglected to do this morning." Alexia huffed with and over exaggerated sigh. "He'll be joining us topside, soon."

The bright florescent lights of the elevator flickered slightly, when there was a power hiccup. Occurrences like this happened more often in the outskirts of larger cities, though this in itself didn't prove that they were in Africa. Many places experienced rolling blackouts, and who knows, they could be based in the Antarctic and thought it'd be funny to pack summer clothes to throw her off. Emma sighed, her fingers massaging her temples. Her brain hurt with all the possibilities of what could be going through Wesker's head, when she honestly doubted anything she thought would be the correct answer. He was, after all, Albert Wesker of Umbrella.

One of the guards snorted a sound Emma could only assume was supposed to be a laugh. In her moments of distraction, Emma hadn't noticed Alexia's high speed talk about some subject, and that she had made it seem like the conversation was the cause of her headache. It didn't matter though, Alexia didn't take a breath long enough to notice whether or not she was being paid attention to or even if her companions cared. When the elevator doors finally opened, the small group was graced by Wesker's statuesque form.

"Oh, that must have been a long power outage for you to be done with all your work." Alexia chuckled, dancing elegantly out of the floating coffin.

"The two of you may remain here." Wesker's voice boomed with authority, when he finally addressed the guards.

"And the girl?" the huskier of the two questioned.

"There will be no need for you while we are in town." He paused, glancing down at Emma's form. "Will they Emma?"

Emma sighed, she had known this was going to be a trap, but Wesker had just confirmed it to her. Her eyes me with this, before she answered him, her words echoing his tone.

"Of course, not, it would be bad planning to run away at this point." Her voice softened. "I've already realized there is no escape anyways. I'll probably die here." She shrugged, unknowingly showing the hopelessness she felt. "I'm going to wait in the car."

Wesker followed a few moments later, after having a brief conversation with the guard, who seemed to still protest once Emma had left their presence. During the few moments, Emma sat in the back seat of the Humvee and continued listening to the chatter of Alexia. Nothing important was really said, mostly she spoke about gossip along the compound, but something did catch Emma's, a slip up Alexia hadn't caught. The bubbly blond had mentioned finding a flower only found in one area of Africa, and still hadn't caught it. With this information, Emma knew exactly where she was, or at least a rough area of where she was. The driver's door opened revealing Wesker and off they went. Despite her chattiness earlier that morning, Alexia remained silent during the four and half hour drive.

"So, would it be suspicious if I ask why we are going to town?" Emma breathed, resting her forehead against the wall of the car, making sure she still could see outside.

"We are picking up supplies for the compound." Alexia smiled, glancing at her brother. "I feel like it'd be more suspicious if you didn't, after all, you'll be doing a lot today."

"I'll be doing a lot?" Emma questioned, glancing at Wesker through the rearview mirror.

"You need a haircut, and Alexia want's new clothes."

Emma groaned quietly, when the realization of babysitting a shopping crazed Alexia hit. She had done this many times with Chris's sister Clare, the trauma still remained from the hours of nothing but watching her try on clothes. A subconscious shiver ran down her spine, her eyes now returning to the grass landscape. She wouldn't mind getting her hair trimmed, the length of her bangs was starting bother her, and she was sure there were tons of split ends.

"What will you be doing?" Emma snorted, still displeased with her assignment.

"I have some business to attend to." Wesker chuckled. "That's why we requested you go with us."

An amused mask flashed across Wesker's face, as he watched Emma pinch the bridge of her nose painfully. There was more to his planning, there always was, but her reaction to such an easy task chilled his flesh. His thoughts drifted around the upcoming business he'll be dealing with. He pulled the car in front of the boutique Alexia liked to spend most of her time in. The blond woman jumped out of the car, already through the businesses doors by the time he turned the car off.

"Let's get one thing clear." His voice sank into a dangerous threat. "If you pull anything, I'll make you wish you'd died during my interviewing process. Got it?"

"Understood, any other orders…...sir." Emma breathed, her words starting to sound more sarcastic as she went.

"Have fun, and get some nice clothes."

She nodded, before leaving the back seat, and following Alexia into the store. Being such a small town in Africa, Emma wouldn't have ever guessed a store like this would have existed. Not to say anything negative about African stores, but being so close to the heart of Africa one wouldn't expect a boutique most likely in New York, or even in South Africa to be found. The walls were a bright white color, and the furniture were shades of silver and black, making a very modern atmosphere. Alexia danced around, grabbing different clothes and holding it to her body in front of the mirror. This store was obviously a higher end shop, judging by the fabric and even more so by the price.

"What's with the face?" Alexia asked, appearing next to Emma.

The dark-haired girl jumped at the sudden appearance of the blond, she wasn't paying too much attention to anything other than the price. It would take Emma's entire year's pay for just one of these dresses. Her features fell from the twisted form she absently brought it into, and nervously formed into a smile. If this was where Alexia shopped all the time, Emma was working for the wrong company. Still, nothing beats the tingly feeling one gets when putting the bad guy behind bars.

"I was just thinking about how long I'd have to work, to afford a dress like this."

"Oh yea, I saw the paycheck on your desk." Alexia nodded, eyeing the short red dress with a crystal design bodes. "I deposited it by the way… You should try on the dress, you'd look good in it."

"I couldn't possibly." Emma breathed in disbelief.

"Well, Wesker's going to pay for everything. At least get a scarf or something, he might get upset if you don't get anything!" Alexia sighed, taking the dress from Emma's fingers. "Try it on. Oh, and these too!"

Emma breathed a low sigh, already knowing how the rest of the day was going to go, as she followed Alexia to the changing rooms. The dark-haired woman tried on the two dresses, and some odd number of suites, her companion demanded to see her in. She had to admit Alexia knew fashion and body types, the clothes Alexia chose for Emma were impeccable. Once that was out of the way, Emma sat contently waiting for the blond to finish her shopping spree. Wesker joined Emma's side, after a while, an amused smile plastered onto his features as he glanced Emma's defeated demeanor.

"Still at it I see." He chuckled.

Emma nodded at the question, quietly wishing a bomb would set her free from this torture. After six and a half hours, Alexia finally declared that she was hungry. Both Wesker and Emma were very grateful for the sudden change in Alexia's behavior, they had been sitting in silence for those few hours. Wesker working on some sort of plan, while Emma fiddled with whatever was near her. With Alexia's wanting of food, both women rushed from the boutiques doors while Wesker paid for the clothes.

"Have you ever traveled to places outside of New York?" Alexia questioned, gripping her companions arm tightly.

"A few times, normally it's because we needed radio silence for an extraction." Emma breathed, glancing around.

"Oh, but it was never for pleasure?"

"No,"

"Do you have a boyfriend or spouse?" she breathed, sending a discrete look to the woman in her arms. "Or girlfriend?"

"Nope, I'm married to my job. Though I'm not a stranger to dating…. why?"

"Just curious, O I love this place."

A low sigh left Emma's body as she watched Alexia walk into the small restaurant. Wesker chuckled, walking to Emma's side, watching as things played across her features.

"There's a hair place a few buildings down." Wesker smiled, sending her a glance. "I'll order something for you, while you get your hair cut."

"Th-thanks," She breathed, following the direction he pointed to.

The situation didn't make scene, Wesker dedicated a large amount time keeping her caged in, but now he was letting her wander the streets alone. He was definitely planning something, she just needed to figure out before it was too late. When her eyes landed on the hair dressing place Wesker had talked about, Emma glanced across the street. It was as if something was beckoning for her attention, forcing her eyes around the busy streets. The question of what quickly was answered when her eyes landed on a B.S.A.A agent, and a female Emma hadn't had the pleasure of working with. The dark-haired women swallowed hard keeping her eyes moving around the area, hoping that she'd be able to see Wesker or his men watching. No such luck.

Adrenaline pulsed through her veins, as she turned on her heels and backtracked to the restaurant. This had to be what Wesker was planning. Whether it was or wasn't, she knew that if she approached the officer she'd be putting all three of their lives in danger, and she couldn't live with herself if they were killed to make a point. Her breath came out in puffs of panic, when she heard someone call out excitedly, and quickly turned to cold sweats as the excitement ran after her. What was she going to do if they had seen her? She wondered in a panic. She quickly relaxed when the couple ran past her, and in fact not the officer and his companion.

"We have to go." She breathed nervously, when she reached Wesker. "It's not safe here."

She didn't wait for the two to follow her, Emma pressed to the car, waves of hot tears threatening to come out. That was too close. Her fingers pulled the heavy door open, before she sat in the back seat, forever grateful that the outside world could no longer see her. Alone for the moment, she curled her fingers over her eyes and tangled to tips into her scalp. In all those years, she couldn't help but wonder how torture victims made it through, but she'd welcome the starvation and beatings if it meant the mind games were gone.

"What's wrong?" Alexia questioned, joining Emma in the car.

"N-nothing, just tired." Emma murmured, as she discreetly wiped away her tears.

"You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"I'm sorry for ending the day so quickly."

"We must be grateful for it." Wesker smiled, joining the women in the car. "Alexia would have spent the last few hours shopping."

His wicked smile widened, watching as Emma wiped away more tears before she redirected her line of vision. She had unexpectedly passed his test, and he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in her. He glanced over to Alexia, many questions danced in his sister's vision, as he drove off. Later he would explain what had gone on.

The drive back to the compound was quicker than before. Emma was sure he had made a bee line back avoiding the roundabout route they had taken. Her normal guards approached the car, almost as if evaluating whether she had tried running off. Wesker quickly regarded the two men, before tossing Alexia's bags to them and ordering them to take the bags to his sister's room. All the while Emma calmly exited the Jeep and headed towards the building in a zombie like fashion.

"We need to talk." Wesker breathed into Emma's ear, pressing his body against hers when she paused at the elevator.

She jumped, surprised at the physical touch and fearful for the message he had in store for her. Her body thrummed with nerves, along with a bit of excitement which presented itself as a twitch in her lower abdomen. Had she really failed his test? Wesker's fingers grazed the elevator down button before sliding a card into the keycard slot, all the while his body pressed against hers. Emma's breath hitched in her throat, nervously waiting for the elevator to open its doors. What would her punishment be? She wondered, her breath coming out in quiet puffs. A chuckle rumbled through Wesker's chest, but not quite coming from his lips, when the door opened.

"There's no need to be so nervous." He breathed, pressing the basement level button.

He stepped away, giving Emma a more comfortable distance between their bodies. The blond man observed her shaking form slowly before his line of sight rested onto her bottom lips, which found itself between her teeth. A nervous habit he noticed when she first arrived to the compound.

"Do you like Alexia?" He questioned, facing the elevator doors, still watching her from the metal walls.

"She reminds me of my friend's sister." Emma murmured vaguely.

"Answer my question…." Wesker sighed, walking from the door. "We are heading to your room."

Passing her captor Emma noticed a white bag in his hands for the first time. Had he been holding it the whole time? Did that mean she wasn't being punished? Wesker placed a heavy hand around her waist, as they walked through the halls. The heat of his appendage radiating through her body, but seemed as if it wanted to burn through her flesh. Once they reached her doors he followed her into the room, before sitting in the blue chair.

"You did beautifully today," he smiled, putting the package onto the wooden table.

Emma sighed, finally allowing herself to sit on her bed. Though she didn't want to, she smiled to him before diverting her eyes to the floor. The tears starting to brim her eyes again. There will be more opportunities to escape, she reassured herself feeling the man's eyes on her. Wesker knew that the B.S.A.A agent was there, and probably had the small village surrounded just in case Emma didn't play ball. In order to escape she needed to play his game, until the perfect moment, or else she'd leave a wake of bodies behind.

"Alexia needs a secretary of sorts, and I was thinking you would be perfect for the job." Wesker smiled wickedly. "Now, you'll still have guards, but you'll have the freedom to leave the compound. A reward for being such a good kitten."

She flinched at the nickname, before looking back to him. "I-I'd like that."

"Good, you'll start in the morning, for now get some rest." He smiled. "Inside the bag is your meal, as well as a congratulations gift from me."

With that said Wesker left the room. Emma waited a few moments, questioning if she wanted to look inside. Her body pushed her forward and slowly pulled a to-go box from the package. She neatly placed the Styrofoam box onto her table, before pulling out a red and champagne tulle and beaded lace gown, with long sleeves and a deep V-neck. The champagne portions were so sheer, something she'd never would have chosen for herself. She placed the dress onto her dresser, before pulling out three suites with a pencil skirt. Something told her that wearing pants wasn't an option.