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phantomtyrant replied to your post
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Are you in love with any of your twins? " In love? I would say, no. I do have crushes on a few of them, and want to sex with them." forever--intertwined said: o-o which (diseaseshaken, thatonetyrant, phantomtyrant, askshatteredwesker.....and Alina, but that is a secert.)
Carnival of Rust-- Closed RP
【】The nonsensical monster told her a story about how she came to be in his clutches; colorless tone and those never changing sunglasses covering his eyes. He said she fell out of the window like a dumb bird (left out the 'saving Chris' part) and landed on the rocky shore below.
That He saved her.
He told her that if he wanted her dead, she'd still be below Spencer's mansion--- and he joyfully added that Chris didn't even bother to look for her. She remember trying to claw at blonde locks, his chiseled features and the leather constricting his lean body through tears and pain. It was true; Chris thought she was dead and therefore there's no rescue mission, no going back to the BSAA...this was her new life.
She receives daily injections from /him/ and whatever it is designed to do, she once found herself breaking the neck of some man attempting to shoot Wesker. Why? It's not because she cared about the blonde's safety ( get run over by a Tonka truck for all she cares) but because her body moved for her. And when she looked to see his response, he only seemed stoic and dead; not even surprised. Several days later the duo had left for Africa and she finds herself hating his car, the stupid fancy hotels and how he always catches her trying to sneak out the room. Doesn't the bastard sleep? This last hotel isn't five star and to make it worse, its a red zone for infected.
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Jill sits cross legged on the musty bed listening to the leaky faucet in the bathroom to drown out the moans coming from outside the window. A 9mm is firmly betwixt pale digits and breathing is shallow so she can hear if a zombie is out in the hallway. God, when is he coming back? Wesker that is--- her dependence on him makes her sick to her stomach but if a giant BOW decides to intrude, she'd rather have him by her side then being alone.
C R E A K.
The pistol is aimed at the door faster then the human eye can pick up and she's sitting up on her knees.
Waiting...
Waiting..
Waiting.
The silence on the other side of the door is almost unbearable to the newly blonde woman and as much as she wants to stay quiet, her mouth utters its last drugged words:
"Wesker is that you?"
The effects wear off and she still doesn't move, only sadly hoping that her whisper reaches his ears and not something else.
So first Sherry picks on him, then Alina infers he has erectile dysfunction. It was a bad night for Chris.