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Groaning Claire woke up in a dark and eerily quiet room. Yawning the cold hit Claire's skin as she felt like the bed was reaching out for her. Slowly Claire fell back asleep, feeling the bed had an iron grip on her body.

As Claire could hear the door slowly creak open, she tried to get off the bed as what felt like the iron grip tightened. Slightly rolling her head, Claire saw a fuzzed-out person*Jesus? Wait, am I dead? Also is Jesus blonde?*

Slowly Claire could make out someone before she could register their face, what felt like ice entered her arm as the person began to blur again. As her eyes slowly began to shut Claire tried to say something, only to sound like a whimper.

Groaning again Claire woke up in what felt like a completely different room that didn't have the same coldness as the room before. Looking around the room it was huge but bare," This has to be almost the size of my fucking apartment."

The room had two doors with a small corner Claire assumed held the third door, on the side opposing the bed was a window looking outside there was a forest that looked like it was straight out of a painting.

As Claire was looking outside admiring the view, the door quietly creaked open. Out of the corner of her eye, Claire saw Wesker but didn't react.

Staying put Claire heard the silent footsteps and felt frozen as Wesker approached her. Trying to keep herself normal Claire tried to be like a statue with a normal breathing rate that slowly became harder.

"Good morning Dearheart. How are you feeling?" Wesker held part of Claire's face as her statue-like state was broken.

Scared Claire tried avoiding eye contact,' fine.'

Her heart was racing and wouldn't be surprised if it would be possible to see the outline of her heart. Wesker turned her around in almost a flash causing Claire to fall," You seem pale."

Back on her feet, Claire backed away," What do you want from me?"

Panicked Claire felt as her heart began to skip so many beats that she was about to faint. Looking around the room fast, the entrance door was left slightly open.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Claire slapped Wesker across the face.

Bolting to the door Claire slammed the door," How do I lock this thing?"

There was no handle, only a keypad requiring a key card and pin," I'm losing time."

Backing away from the door Claire heard Wesker from the other side. Running to the right there was a set of double doors unlocked. Opening the door Claire was slowly reminded of the maps and descriptions of the Spencer estate.

"Woah," The estate was nearly a perfect replica, only with a modern touch and not as colorful with more black.

Walking around Claire noticed the little details and even what was different about this replica. The door handles had small engravings, the candle sticks had all the candles lit giving the room little lighting.

Placing her hand on the railing the wood was perfectly sanded smooth," It's Sandalwood. How did he get this much of it?"

"Well my dear Umbrella spared little expense especially in the Spencer estate replicas."

Wesker appeared behind her holding her," Why are you scared?"

"Let me go, please." Claire tried prying Wesker's arm away, only for the grip to tighten.

Wesker only put one of his hands on Claire's forehead," What are you doing?"

" Why are you not happy? You're scared. This is what you wanted right? Me all to yourself, someone who truly loves you?"

Finally managing to get free of Wesker's iron grip, Claire turned to face Wesker," Your a monster. Why would I want a monster all to myself?"

Once the words slipped from her mouth Claire knew instantly, she fucked up big time. Wesker grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled it back, almost snapping her neck.

Dragging Claire by her hair the two were back in the bedroom. In a mere moment Claire found herself pinned to the wall," You will lose your Redfield instinct and your by Friday. Do you understand me?"

Confused, Claire only looked up at him," What? What's Friday?"

Before Wesker answered her, his hand wrapped around her neck tightly," DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Crying Claire nodded slightly as Wesker let go of her and let her fall to the ground," I will be back tonight. Your attitude will improve by then. Am I clear?"

Wesker left the room as Claire continued to cry on the floor holding her neck.

As hours passed Claire slowly went to the bed holding her bruising neck. As the pain went away after an eternity, Claire got off the bed and looked around the room again.

Going to the door on the right Claire peeked in the room to see it was a big closet. Opening the door there was a clear indication whose side was who's, on what was clearly her side it was mostly all black with very few items of another color.

Leaving the closet Claire walked to the other side seeing another door.Opening the door it was a bathroom, to match the rest of the house it was beautiful and dark.

Approaching the mirror Claire looked at her neck that was a light purple already," That's gonna be fun. Now what the hell is Friday? People coming here from another company?"

Claire walked back to the bed and curled herself into a small ball at the wall, falling asleep instantly.

As hours felt like minutes Claire woke up seeing Wesker was already there and had started his day," Good morning dear."

"Morning." Claire felt as her neck bruise had gotten worse over night.

Wesker also noticed her voice was off, pulling the blanket back he saw her neck was purple," I apologise for my actions last night."

Nervous Claire tried to build the courage to ask him the question that hunted her all night," Uh, Wesker. What's so special about Friday?"

Claire sat up as Wesker closed his computer and faced her with a small yet oddly warm smile," Your wedding my dear."