This will be your temporary living quarters as we are setting up for a transition. You are in a highly guarded facility and any attempt of escape will not be tolerated. The experimentation will begin as soon as I wish. I have taken it upon myself to be your guardian through this event. Be advised, I do not take disrespect lightly.

I, or someone else, will accompany you anywhere outside of this cell.

Once we begin, you will be watched and tested on multiple accounts of functions i.e. speed, strength, agility, etc.

There is an assistant button by the door which will only be used for needs.

Albert Wesker

A chill slithered up my spine. My freedom had been stolen from me. I was locked up in this small cage as a guinea pig for who knows what kind of experiment this Wesker guy was creating. I looked over to the desk that had this dark pile of clothes. The whole outfit was black that had a small amount of red thread running in the seams. I went over and picked up the shirt which was black, well fitted, and a stretchy spandex material. An 18, stitched in red thread, was directly placed above the logo on the shoulder. The pants seemed fitted as well, black, and military styled. They were made up of a much sturdier fabric than the shirt. To complete the outfit, a set of combat boots laid under the desk.

I looked up from the uniform and saw a man leaning up against one of the glass walls. My body froze, and my fingers tightened around the fabric. He looked scary.

"Hey there little lady. It looks like we get to have some fun in the future," the man said as he stared at me with a hint of lustful desire twisting his smile. "How about you change into that uniform, right there?" He licked his lips.

"Not with some pig around," I had said glaring at his smug features.

"You haven't tried this bacon," he laughed lifting his shirt up and pressing his body against the wall.

"I don't like tainted meat." I went over to the assistant button and pressed it. My face was blank while the man looked overjoyed. He traced his index finger down the glass.

There was faint footsteps rumbling down the halls. The stranger pushed himself from the wall and let his shirt fall.

"Awe, you called the butcher on my," he smirked.

I looked over and saw Wesker standing calmly. He seemed a little different from earlier.

"What is the issue?" Wesker asked irately looking at me the his eyes flicked over to the man. They had a small stare down. I backed away from the button a little surprised to see Wesker instead of another stranger. Wesker watched the man who now leaned his shoulder up against the glass wall.

"Leave," Wesker had said firmly. There was no room for disobeying his request.

The man shrugged his shoulders then left without protest.

Wesker entered the glass cell and sat on the chair. He casually leaned back with his legs open and arms across his chest. I could feel his stare through the sunglasses he wore. Cinnamon started to linger around the cell.

"Why are you in the uniform?" Wesker started to interrogate.

"That guy was watching me," I said defensively.

"He left."

"You leave, too," I said as I turned around.

"No. I am your superintendent, and I need to know every physical flaw you have."

"Physical my ass…"

"That is a part of it," Wesker smirked.

"Why don't you just dissect me already?" I said a little sarcastically as I slightly peered back to him.

"I may have to if you don't get ready."

Wesker's hands pressed against my middle back, moved up my shoulder blades and slid gently around my neck. The tips of his fingers held my jaw, and his thumbs pressed up against my temples. His movements were sly.

"What are you doing?" I squeaked while I grabbed his wrists with my hands and let the fabric fall to the ground. I could feel the warmth of his body pressed up against my back.

"I will know you," he said flatly.

Another chill ran down my spine, goosebumps formed heavily all over my arms. I felt his warm hands travel down my neck, with more pressure with his fingers. He traced my shoulder blades to my spine and continued down my lower back. I kept my hands up by my head not knowing what to do. I could feel his heated fingers on my skin under my blouse. There was no one I could yell for. No one who would be able to help me out of this horrible situation. One hand moved around, down my hips, and pressed against my inner thigh. He now dragged his fingers up, tracing them up my stomach. I tried to get away from his touch by moving back, but I fell into him. He took my blouse off, swiftly, as he sat down and pulled me down on his lap. One hand held my wrists together across my chest while my legs fell over his.

The cell walls began to crack into thick shards of glass that drifted out to float in mid air. My breathing was heavy as the chunks began to connect together with barbed wire that wrapped up the chair, entrapping Wesker. Milly crawled through the wire not touching a single thread. She stopped when the wire created a sturdy fence between us.

"You know you are on the dangerous side," she said lightly tracing her fingers along the wire. Her smile looked so sweet against the harsh setting.

I opened my eyes to see the ceiling of the cell, and the lights dimly lit the place. The objects softly blended from a soft white to black. Everything was still, and I felt a bit uneasy as I laid there. I sat up and tried to wake myself, but I caused my head to spin. My movement illuminated the lights which temporarily blinded me. I rubbed my eyes to stop the burning then looked down to see that my abdomen was bare. How can this be? Then, the memories of last night flew through my head, flashing violently from my dad to my sister and then Wesker.

"Little piglet looks ready to sell," the harsh voice, of the strange man from yesterday, laughed. I pulled the blanket up to cover myself from his lust filled eyes.

"I'm not for sell," I replied wrapping myself up and turned away from him a little flustered.

"I'd buy the runt," he smirked.

"Just go away, you aren't worth the first glance."

"A little harsh don't you think?"

"No."

"Well, I think…"

An alarm went off that turned the walls a flashing red-pink.

"Looks like I need to go," he pushed himself off the wall and casually walked down the hall.

"Hey, what about me?" I yelled after him not believing I had done that. My nerves were going haywire knowing that I didn't have a way out of this place and no one knew where I was.

"This doesn't deal with you. At least not right now, it doesn't," He laughed as he picked up his pace. I was left to wonder what caused the alarm and how I might eventually fit into the equation.

I was left to worry in my cage. The uniform sat on the desk folded neatly. Completely wrapped in the blanket, I got up to get dressed. The alarm went silent, and I started to fear that the pig-man would return. Fumbling around, under the blanket, I hurried into the uniform. Once finished, I popped the blanket up over my head. I flinched when I saw Wesker standing outside the door. He looked at me with an emotionless face but probably judged me harshly..

"I see you are finally ready," he said when he entered the cell.

I avoided any direct eye contact with him even though his sunglasses created a barrier.

"Well, I think it is a good time to start."

"Why didn't you yesterday?"

"I needed to figure out more about your hallucinations," Wesker said as he grabbed my jaw which forced me to look directly at him. I didn't dare look at him; he smirked. I tried to bring my head down, but Wesker jerked it up. I looked straight into his sunglasses, searching for his eyes, which only reflected my feeble face. I felt like a weak child. Tears started to well up in my eyes from the idea of being vulnerable. I tried to protest against his grip, but my strength was nothing compared to his.

"Protesting does nothing for you," Wesker said when he released my chin. He placed a hand on between my shoulder blades directed me out the door. I paused outside not knowing where to go. I contemplated running, but it would be useless in the situation.

Wesker continued to nudge me in the direction he wanted to go. We ended up outside an intimidating mechanical metal door that made a loud swoosh as we passed through. The room was well below freezing, and I was only dressed in a simple long sleeved shirt and pants. This room was white like any hospital was, but the walls were more empty of motivational posters. There was this threatening chair sitting in the middle. Wesker went straight to a table that had some syringes and a bottle.

"Go sit," he ordered.

"What are you going to do?" I asked a little suspicious.

"Go sit now," He raised his voice a little. I immediately obeyed and sat on the chair. Wesker picked up a bottle and filled the syringe, half full.

"Can you turn up the heat?" I asked.

"No."

I opened my mouth to start talking but stopped because Wesker only gave simple answers which haven't helped me out so far. It would be nice for him to talk a little more than a couple syllables a sentence but maybe he was just a simple guy. He looked intimidating as he held the syringe. It scared me seeing his perfect stance and sharp features.

"What are you going to do?" I quietly asked sounding a bit defeated.

Wesker inhaled and turned to face me with the syringe. He didn't give a thought to my question as he placed a finger on my wrist and slithered it up to my upper forearm. I shivered from his touch. I lifted my arm up, but in an instant, his hand slammed my wrist down.

"You can't squirm," he growled.

I kept my arm down, but my breath started to accelerate, not enough to be out of the ordinary. Goosebumps formed across my skin from the cold air whirling around. Little puffs of miasma escaped my mouth to the rhythm of my exhales. I looked up to see Wesker, who stared down at me. He placed the syringe against the ditch of arm. I inhaled deeply then exhaled as it broke the skin and injected the elixir. I felt the cool liquid flow through my vein. The fluid felt as if it solidified in my arm making my muscles hard to move. There was a numb pain that lasted for a few seconds.

"Is there suppose be a weird numbing feeling?" I asked. I watched as the needle slid out. My stomach felt a bit sick.

Wesker didn't reply. He discarded the syringe and observed on my reactions. Everything felt fine until the numb sensation had become an uncomfortable burn. I looked down at my arm which was perfectly fine other than the small little dot of blood where the needle had pierced the skin. The pain intensified as time went by. The sweltering pain traveled through my arm and around my chest. I tried to get up, but Wesker grabbed my forearms firmly and stood over me. I looked at him desperately.

"Wesker," I screeched. I tried to twist my arms to loosen his grip, but my attempt failed.

"It burns, Wesker!" I began to cry.

The burning started to turn my mind inside out. The limited dark values, of the room, stretched out violently, bouncing and popping at odd rhythms. The pain still surged through my arm and into my neck. Suddenly, there was a high pitch ring that shot through the room piercing my ears like a hammered nail. I screamed as I tried to cover my ears to silence it feet kicked at Wesker, but h only moved to the side where I couldn't reach.

"Let go."

He picked me up off the chair, twisted my arms across my chest, and sat down with me on his lap. I tried squirming out of his tough grasp, but as usual, my attempt failed. The pain spread even more around my body engulfing both my legs and my other arm. Straight ahead, the morphed shadows completely turned the white walls black. All the walls looked as if they never would end; a spiraling house of horrors. I started to hyperventilate as this medical room morphed into a haunted palace.

"Shaya."

The pain began to slowly dull to a pulse. My breathing had almost paused long enough for me to gasp for life. The darkness had taken everything over and all my tries to break free halted. My arms fell limp into my lap as all my muscles relaxed across Wesker.

There was a warm feeling around my lips that grabbed the last of my attention. A cool tingle spread out around my chin and along my cheeks. It was as if cold spiders crawled around my face. I took a breath through my mouth taking in the taste of cinnamon. I tried to inhale the spice for comfort, but my tongue was met with another. My body had completely relaxed. The dark engulfed me.