Caught In The Office - Leon S. Kennedy (smut)

Caught in the office - Leon S. Kennedy (smut)

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

Request : "Maybe Leon and reader getting caught having sex? Your writing is amazing bby!"

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The weather was rainy. A storm had just broken out. The rain pattered against the windows of Leon's office at the D.S.O. For once, he wasn’t on a mission, but he hadn’t been given a vacation. No, that would have been too easy. So his superiors, even though he was an elite agent, one of the most valued and respected, had ordered him to go to his office to review the reports he had written. Not that they were bad, just... a little incorrect. In fact, they were missing details, information, important for the HQ archives, that allowed new data to be processed. This data was used to improve training for rookies and to inform other agents about new viruses, incidents, etc.

In short, Leon had already spent four hours in his office, where his thick, calloused fingers pounded his keyboard. With an amused eye, you observed his phalanxes, remembering their effects, just last night, in your vagina...

With a sigh, the man saved his document, after his last touch-up. With a movement of legs, he moved away from the piece of furniture, sitting on his comfortable seat. HIs legs spread, he also stretched his arms, making some of his old bones crack. At the simple sound they made, he winced.

I may be one of the best agents, but I'm not that young anymore... Damn it!

You smiled and reached for your coffee cup, right next to your chair, and lifted the beverage to your lips.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked suddenly, turning his attention back to you. You had been in the same room as him for an hour, waiting for him to finish writing his report so you could go downtown and eat at a nice little restaurant, but he still hadn't finished his task. Worse, he was exuding dismay, so much did he hate writing anything. Leon may have studied in college for three years, before entering the police academy, but it really wasn't his thing.

"You're slow and I'm starving, Kennedy."

"Slow? You didn't say that last night when I was making love to you, did you?" he protested, with an almost adorable pout.

You almost choked on your drink. Now he was reading your mind, and this, without warning. Maybe he knew you better than you thought, after six months of dating, or maybe he was just as horn as you were. Flashes of the previous night came back to you and in reaction, your heart missed a beat. You crossed your thighs, feeling a soft, warm wave of desire surge through your body.

"What was that you said? Oh yes... It was... Oh yes, Leon! Faster! Harder! Don’t stop" he imitated you, in a high-pitched voice.

Your cheeks flushed and in reaction, you grabbed the small cushion that was lying in the corner, before throwing it to his face. Bad luck for you, he intercepted it and pressed it against his chest. From now on, his azure eyes sparkled with mischief, joy, maybe also with excitement. Above all, a sly smile stretched his desirable lips. He was undeniably irresistible, under any circumstances.

"Shut up. Let's go to the restaurant, can't you see I'm going to faint?"

"Drama queen. I still have to proofread and send it back, and-"

"You know what? You're going to pay for this," you declared, in an almost threatening tone. He wanted to play? You were going to play. You put your cup down, stood up and moved over to him, undulating your hips that he liked so much. You walked around him and sat astride his pelvis. By reflex, his hands found their way on your butt, covered by your skirt, since you were dressed in your most beautiful suit.

"If you're going to waste time, you might as well really waste more of it and have some fun."

"Do I have a choice?" he asked in an almost innocent tone, but you knew very well it was only a facade. His hands were already caressing your ass.

"Absolutely not."

Then, you pressed your lips against his for a torrid kiss, that gradually made your tongues dance together, while your hands caressed the protruding muscles of his chest, barely concealed by the shirt he wore. Soon, his hands slipped on your thighs, before going up your skirt to throw a glance at your lace thong, letting show all your intimacy. His fingers ventured between your thighs, delicately, until they tickled your labia through the fabric. A sigh of desire escaped from your lips, while you shivered. During this time, you occupied yourself to unbuckle his belt, to unzip his pants, in order to slip your hand on his half stretched member, still in his boxer. His dick woke up, under the caresses he administered to you, whereas your nimble fingers titillated his member. Delicately, you slipped your fingers from the base to his glans, while he sighed.

The desire climbed between you two at high speed. Between two kisses, you abandoned his erection to lower his pants to his ankles, in hope to better ride him.

From now on, your wet pussy, rubbed against his penis, until you release him from this confined space. Immediately, his sex was revealed erect, throbbing with anticipation like your vagina. And you straddled him again, rubbing your sex against his as he hardened further. His member was long, thick, turned slightly to the side. His pink, almost red head was almost begging you to let him take you.

"You're going to drive me crazy, one of these days..." he growled.

"This isn't over-"

He cut you off as he tugged on your thong, sliding it to the side, so as not to get in the way, to let his fingers caress your labia. Then, gently, his fingers collected your wetness that he moved up to your clitoris. At first, his touch was delicate, before becoming more pressing. Finally, he adopted the perfect rhythm, the one that plunged you into ecstasy. Your heart was beating wildly. The desire, mixed with the pleasure, took possession of your body. Meanwhile, you played with his member, you insisted on his glans, the most sensitive part. Leon's pelvis was already starting to move, his body was calling you, begging you to impale yourself on his cock. The man threw his head back as you pushed his hands away and rubbed his cock over your clit, then the entrance to your vagina.

"I want you..." he whispered, in a husky voice, hoarse with desire.

"We can’t, right here, you know it very well." you answered, on a tone almost innocent, without stopping the undulations of your pelvis.

"I don't give a shit. They can hear us if they want, but I know you'll be able to contain yourself. Right?"

What the hell, you thought. He was right. Now, your wet vagina was begging him to take you up to seventh heaven.

Without delay, you grabbed his cock and impaled yourself on it. A moan escaped you while feeling him spread you, fill you. Your walls welcomed him in a warm, soft and incredible embrace. Leon grimaced under the pleasure and tightened his grip on your hips to guide you in the first back and forth movements. It was so good. He was drunk with love, drunk with sex, drunk with your wonderful pussy. The agent looked down at your sexes, which came together with every movement, in a wet sound, so erotic that it amplified his desire. The sight transfixed him. It was so beautiful, so erotic, to see your bodies come together like that.

He helped you in his movements with thrusts, while you slid your face against the hollow of his neck, in silent moans.

"Leon... It feels so good..."

Oh yes, he couldn't deny it, far from it. In one swift motion, he lifted you up and slammed you against his desk, knocking a file cabinet to the floor. He opened your blouse and pulled down your bra, so he could admire your breasts dancing with every back and forth. This time, he was in control of your body and the rhythm. This day, he didn't have the patience to make love to you like he did the night before, or even the time to do it. His back and forth were fast. His skin slapped against yours. He was watching your chest sweating and your skin turning pink, as you tried to contain moans. You plastered your hand against your mouth in the hope of remaining silent. But the movements of his cock inside you were so delicious. He was pounding you in the best way possible. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. For his part, Leon could feel his heart rate increasing, not because of the physical effort he was making, but because he could feel the pleasure taking over his body.

Orgasm was approaching for both of you. It was imminent. Powerful. A wave of heat surged through your lower abdomen, from your vagina, and spread through the rest of your body. You closed your eyes. You couldn't hold back your moans, even though you were muffling them as best you could.

Three bangs hit the right wall, where another office stood.

"SHUT UP! Keep it down!" a male voice shouted.

Your eyes opened and widened, while your face flushed with embarrassment. Yet, Agent Kennedy was determined to fulfill his mission... Fulfill. A smirk stretched his lips. His back and forths became deeper, faster, torturing your walls in such a delicious way. Your moans intensified, without you being able to control it, on the verge of your orgasm.

"Leon... Leon... I... Oh god..."

The orgasm hit you with full force. At that moment, you didn't care if you made noises or not. Your vagina pulsed around his member. His penis twitched and soon his thrusts were erratic. He also closed his eyes, tightened his grip on your thighs that he held against him, before tipping them over to press them on your abdomen for deeper access to your pussy.

Soon, he poured his seed into you, in five powerful spurts, with almost animal growls. The longed-for deliverance...

His movements slowed down, until they stopped, then he withdrew. Finally, he observed his work. His semen was flowing out of your orifice. Your pussy pulsations gradually ceased, and led to the loss of the whitish liquid.

"That was..."

"Powerful..." he murmured, between breaths. "I think you've earned your lunch break."

You burst into laughter and motioned for him to clean you up with a tissue.

"BOTH OF YOU! Get out of here as fast as you can before I cut your heads off!" yelled the voice on the other side of the wall.

"What a killjoy!" commented Leon, laughing too.

Wooooow. I didn't expected to see a fellow french RE lover! J'espère que tu vas bien et que tu as passé de bonnes fêtes 🥳💖💖

Ohhh ! Moi non plus ! Et j'ai passé de bonnes fêtes merciii 🥺

Les français sont tellement rares ici et dans les fans de RE que je suis toujours contente à l'idée d'en rencontrer ! Hésite pas à m'envoyer un message ici, sur mon insta (@carolinemertz_) ou mon twitter même si je m'en sers pas tellement (@causeimhappines)

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Warm me up, Captain - Chris Redfield (smut)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please + slight spoilers (RE village) I guess?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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"I'm so sick of this shit..." you sighed. You knew you couldn't give up on your efforts so easily, let alone so close to the goal. You had to find Ethan first to stop him from doing anything and no matter how many times you begged Chris to tell him the truth because Winters was known for never giving up, he refused to listen to you. What a stubborn man!

You chattered your teeth, it was so cold, much colder than you imagined in the Carpathians, in Romania. Although you were wrapped up in relatively warm winter clothes, it didn't change the fact that the snow and the freezing wind in the middle of the night made it difficult for you to move forward. Shivers kept running through your body. The only thing that kept you from being totally frozen was the activity, the running, the eliminating of enemies; it warmed you up.

"You look freezing... Are you going to be okay? "

"Yes, Captain. "

You had joined his team for good reason and you had fought to be one of the best, you didn't intend to let your fragility faced with temperatures get the better of you. When you entered Heisenberg's factory, that crazy German or Austrian guy, you quickly encountered enemies to take down and soon you found yourself running through this creepy place from the first to the last level... During the operation, the team members scattered, looking for the master of the place and possibly Miranda. Arriving at the fifth level, Chris and you decided to take a break and examine the tank at your disposal... Taking advantage of the calm and the refuge that the place offered for the moment, immersed in the darkness, you rubbed your arms in reaction to the shivers that ran down your spine.

"I'm going to look around, to see if there's anything interesting. " you indicated, in a solemn voice, in order to scan the place with your eyes. Then you started to look around, in case you find a weapon, ammunition, a grenade or something else. Why not find a new lead, which would allow you to meet your objectives much faster.

"A cartridge! "you exclaimed with a thin smile. You bent down to pick up the bullets and put them away, aware that you would need them. It wasn't out of the question that you might run out at some point.

Chris studying the tank, ready to call your name, turned and froze when his gaze lingered on your ass. Suddenly he felt hot and couldn't rest his gaze on that part of your body. You hadn't known each other for months, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was an older man with good taste in women. He had always thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an exciting position. He wished he could stroke your curves, fuck you here and hear your moans, even though it wasn't safe to do it here... Why was he imagining all this? Now? He wasn't a twenty year old with raging hormones anymore! While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock harden in his black pants.

"Shit..." he swore into his beard as he looked down at his nearly invisible boner before feeling himself. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to scroll through the most sickening images before his eyes that his brain could produce. His erection didn’t subside. When he opened his eyes, he swiveled slightly to the side, you had stood up and turned your beautiful and cute face towards him.

Without noticing his crotch problem thanks to the dim light and his dark pants, you moved closer to him, still rubbing your arms. It didn't escape his gaze and instinctively, he helped you to warm up with these frictions, much more efficient than you with his thick and chalky hands.

"T-Thank you, Captain..." you stammered, as your cheeks flushed with the closeness. You had always been attracted to Redfield, from the first time you saw him and talked to him. You liked everything about him: his kindness, his open-mindedness, his grumpy and stubborn side, his authority... Your face so close to his muscular chest, his hands on your arms, you dreamed of a simple hug, but you couldn't afford it... He was your superior! Suddenly, a bang and a shake from below pulled you out of your little bubble moment. You clung to his biceps, bumped into his chest and your lower abdomen pressed against his erection.

Your cheekbones flushed even more, if that's possible. You weren't that naive, you knew you were the reason for his erection. Your heart missed a beat. Your whole body was on fire. You had wanted Chris... for a long time. Some nights you dreamed of him, of him fucking you so hard. He was completely your type, even though you were in the middle of a major operation, you needed to kiss him, to enjoy the moment. Your breath quickened and you both stood up, bewildered

"I'm sorry, Y/N...” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Too late to apologize, you wanted him to do everything you'd been dreaming of for months... Fuck you to the point you forget your own name.

"Kiss me." You cut him off, nervously. Was it right? No one could judge you at the time, but morally... You were a little confused. After all, he was your captain, your leader!

Without hesitation, Chris framed your face between his two thick, stubby hands. He pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. One of his hands slid to your waist as your tongues danced wildly. It didn't feel wrong. You were ecstatic. It was as if you had known him for years and trusted him with your heart. Desire... Something that was hard to avoid. Hands everywhere, seeking body heat, discovering a new body. You admired his toned chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with your fingertips, sensually.

It was a dangerous game to embark on a quick fuck, in such a place, that day, but you needed this. You couldn't imagine what was going to happen in the next few hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days... As much as possible, you needed to enjoy this sweet, sexual moment.

In a few moments, he ran his fingers over your body, pulled up your sweater, pulled down your bra to reveal your breasts, which he enjoyed titillating and kissing with fervor. Shivers ran through your whole body. Your pussy was getting wet and your wetness was sticking to the fabric of your panties. He got rid of your pants, while you opened his, lowered them, along with his boxers. With joy, you discovered a large and long veiny penis, reddish, twitching with desire. His kisses and embraces warmed your skin, feeling his lips brush against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to excite you like you'd never been before.

"Captain... Warm me up... I'm freezing..." you whispered in the hollow of his ear, mischievously.

His thumb traveled to your warm, wet center, between your thighs, before he gets ride of your panties. As he tickled your most sensitive part, you closed your eyes and a soft moan escaped your lips. He was experienced, that was obvious. He varied the pressure and movements on your clit to bring you up to cloud nine. His expert fingers plunged into your warmth, coming to tickle your oh-so-sensitive vaginal walls, while you craved his huge cock. You were trembling and exuding desire. You bit your lower lip to avoid being loud, at the same time you felt your first orgasm rising and before you could reach it, he stopped his movements. You opened your eyelids and came to caress his erect, hard member, its red head, covered with precum... You salivated with impatience. You made some movements of back and forth with your hand and if you dreamed to suck him, to make him beg you to make him cum, you knew that you didn't have much time, but you kissed the tip. Sighs of pleasure, almost inaudible, passed the barrier of his lips, as he threw his head back.

"Let me warm you up, Y/N..."

Finally, he stopped you in your tracks and with a simple gesture, you jumped. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis as he supported you by your buttocks. With your back pressed against the wall behind you, you couldn't move as he was about to lead the way. The head of his pinkish cock titillated your wet, hot entrance, which begged him to take you. He knew how to drive you crazy, to the point where you dreamed of forcing him to impale you. Seeming to guess in your thoughts, to read in your eyes veiled with desire, he was in you with a single thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. You whined slightly together at the sensation. He let you adjust to his size before he began to move back and forth. The faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to stay quiet. With one hand, he pressed his hand against your mouth as you tightened your legs around his hips, one hand on his buttocks to push his member further into you while the other played with his hair. You were drunk with love, with sex.

“Faster… Harder…” you wanted to say.

He quickened the pace, so much so that the pleasure became intense. Raucous moans escaped from his lips as you sobbed against his hand. You were gradually approaching orgasm, both at the same pace... At that moment, we could just hear your skins snapping, your faint moans, and the sound of your juices.

"You feel so good... So tight…" he whispered.

As your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his rhythm, he pounded into you brutally and it didn't take him long to ride his own orgasm. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot cum pour into your clenching pussy, filling you completely. Gradually, his movements stopped, although he was still supporting you... He finally withdrew, as droplets of his semen flowed from your orifice, reddened, until then martyred by his cock. A smile of satisfaction and euphoria stretched his lips.

"We should do this again when we leave this fucking village. " he annouced while sending you a wink.

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Progenitor woman (part 2) - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

Part 1

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DAY 8 (2/2)

Albert was running his fingers across his desk as he read, for the tenth time, the tests on your blood. He knew he would have no choice but to have tests done, whether you consented or not. In reality, he didn't care. In his entire career as a virologist, he had never bothered for consent. Only, if the person agreed willingly, it made the experiments less terrifying for the subject. He thought of all the things you could be subjected to... First, he had to make sure your body would accept pure T-virus antibodies from Jill, his much needed puppet. He refused to kill the person who could possibly be his equal by directly injecting you with the Uroboros virus. Maybe the Progenitor was running through your veins, but that didn't mean you could control the virus...

For a few minutes he had been talking to Alex, who was locked up in a laboratory, in a place he wasn’t allowed to know. His sister, by project , also proved to be secret to him, but at this moment, it didn’t matter to him.

"Are you kidding me, Alex? The only people alive on this earth who have benefited from the Progenitor virus are just you and me."

"Old Spencer could very well have had children or grandchildren that he injected with the virus? And for some reason, he thought it didn't take and forgot about the project..." she huffed, almost annoyed.

This didn’t escape Albert, one of his eyebrows rose, before he moistened his lips. Here was something interesting, that he had to dig.

"He didn't give up on the Wesker children project. Then he wouldn't have given up on this one."

Wesker paused and clicked his tongue against his palate:

"Tell me, does a guy named Charles Dubois mean anything to you?"

Wesker's accent was so impeccable, even a French speaker would have barely detected it. His extreme intelligence had enabled him to master many languages, including Molière’s one. When Albert wasn't permanently in a laboratory or at a professional meeting, he liked to enrich his culture, to demonstrate his intellectual superiority on every conceivable level.

"Alex? My dear sister, would you try to hide something from me?" he said, in an amused tone.

The woman at the other end of the line was probably clenching her fist and dreaming of throwing it to the other Wesker's jaw. He discerned a tiny sigh of annoyance, which accentuated his smile. He imagined her ranting at all his questions, but at least he was taking her on the right path. The path of the truth, that he sensed for several minutes, but that he had to verify at all costs. Or at least make the other virologist spill the beans. Even if it revived past pain for her, Albert didn't care. It didn't matter what the means were, all that mattered was achieving his goals.

"Do you remember the two years I spent in France? Well no, you don't remember, it was right before we met, in 1988."

"Mmmh... So what?"

Oh but of course, my dear... I've heard rumors about you! he thought.

"I met a man like us, a German scientist. Very charming. I liked him very much and got pregnant."

Plain and simple. Precise. Albert didn’t feel the urge to laugh. Instead, he felt pity for her, because all these years, these rumors that were going around Umbrella were not lies.

"For a scientist, it looks like you underestimated your female body. This child, is it that young woman?"

"It's quite possible. During my pregnancy, I learned that the biological father had a wife and was using me for his own research. When I gave birth, I got rid of the baby, a girl, and gave her to a family, asking them to drop her somewhere. I paid them enough to leave her in the wild," she said, extremely coldly.

Wesker massaged his eyes at this admission, which was colder than he had anticipated. In general, everything related to pregnancies, to babies, made people more sensitive, developed their feelings. Yet, Alex seemed to want nothing to do with her own child, her flesh and blood. No, instead, she preferred to leave her daughter with Albert, so he could use her as an experimental subject. And what if he got a girl pregnant? What would he do? No doubt he would have taken the child back to raise it, according to his principles, and make it a great virologist like him, an heir to whom he could bequeath the new world he was preparing.

"You're much crueler than I am. It looks like they didn't obey. Instead, they adopted her... How could you not think of that? The fact that someone was walking around in the wild with this virus in its veins?"

"My dear brother, you are without a womb and until proven otherwise, you have not a word to say. There is nothing dangerous in her blood as much as I know, so it's not my problem."

But it is becoming mine... Wesker mused.

DAY 11

"So, if I understand correctly, I'm your niece by... Adoption? Don't you think that's twisted, Wesker ?" you threw out, emphasizing his name as if it made you nauseous.

"That's right. We all have our little secrets, don't we? Did you think you could slip through the net by hiding the fact you were adopted?"

"You don't answer one question with another, it's rude."

"Oh, I'm the ill-mannered one? Says the one who refuses to touch food cooked by great chefs, and who would rather starve herself."

It had been several days since you hardly touched the plates the guards dropped in your room, on the doorstep, before always making sure they locked it behind them. The sight of the food, as delicious as it was appetizing, nearly made you drool every time, but the fear had greatly reduced your appetite. As a bonus, you hoped it would attract someone's attention, especially Wesker, to have a tlak. It had been three days since he disappeared and he had returned, probably after hearing you were hardly eating. Why did you want his attention? It was simple... you wanted him to understand that you didn't want to comply to his rules.

"I won't hesitate to stuff you like a goose, if that's what it takes to keep you alive, to not be late on my schedule." he added before sticking your fork into your pasta bolognese.

He'll do anything. He's crazy! your conscience screamed. You suppressed a shiver of terror and winced instead. You wanted so badly to wave your middle finger in the air and tell him to go fuck himself, but fear held you back, a pit in your stomach.

You smelled the delicious aroma of the dish, which reinforced the rumbling in your stomach, the pain that besieged it. Facing the noises, a thin smile stretched Wesker's lips, a sign that he was still laughing at your situation. Then, as if to a child, he raised the fork in the air, to the edge of your lips.

"Eat."

You locked your gaze in his, in defiance.

"I won't repeat myself a third time. Eat." he insisted, in a voice that sounded like thunder. He frightened you, but you couldn't help but provoke him, it was stronger than you. Despite your weakness, you hated to comply to other people's rules, especially when you felt the situation was unfair.

Suddenly, his leather-gloved hands grabbed your chin and squeezed it from both sides, so much; a pain began to dig into your cheeks.

"Open your mouth."

All I need is for him to stick his cock in my mouth and we'd be the actors in a bad porno... Wait... What? But I’m thinking about something like this?!

You didn't understand what was happening to you, so a glint of surprise in your eyes betrayed you and by mistake your lips parted. Wesker saw the opportunity to force his way through your lips and slip the tomato pasta and a piece of meat onto your tongue. In obedience, not to the virologist, but to your stomach, you picked up the food and chewed it under his calculating gaze. He was scrutinizing you as he would with a bacteria under his microscope. His smile stretched for a second. In spite of his sunglasses, you guessed your choice pleased him, not because you were feeding, but because you were submitting to him. In a very short time, you understood that he was power-hungry. By the way, he liked to show he was better than the others, humiliating them as he had just done with you.

"You can see when you want to, dearheart."

Fuck you! you almost screamed at him.

"Eat the leftovers."

He handed you the plate that you requisitioned before eating, while he turned his back to you to take a look at your desk, on which were scattered numerous sketches. Portraits of your family members, whose faces you knew by heart. Albert had no problem recognizing the time when he saw it, like at that moment.

"Intelligent and cultured... It sounds like you and I have more in common than you think." he remarked, in an indescribable voice.

As you cut your spaghetti, a sacrilege for Italians, but you refused to bow and make a fool of yourself in front of him again, you observed your knife. Of course, they provided you with those you can find in canteens, with which you only cut some food, but which wouldn’t kill. At least, it required a lot of strength and speed. If you stuck it in his neck with enough speed, and force, maybe... Yes, you thought of eliminating Wesker, your heart was full of anger.

"Why did you leave me a knife?"

"Because even if you tried, you couldn't manage to kill me. No one could. It would take a lot more than that."

His answer sounded like a warning. A warning that told you to be quiet, not to take it out on him, because he would make you pay twice. Then, said like this, he was rising himself in the ranks of supernatural creatures. Was he still human, or was this just an illusion he was using to make himself seem less scary?

Of course he’s human! Monsters don't exist!

However, that was where you were wrong. Monsters really did exist and you had one right under your nose.

"Be ready. I have a surprise in store for you tomorrow, dearheart."

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